Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 990

Her brow furrowed, but fear wasn't what gripped her. It was surprise. Surprise that this man would appear inside Premier Palace.

With all those guards outside, how on earth did he get in?

And if he meant to kill her, would it really be that easy? "Ahem, ahem, ahem."

The man coughed a few times before looking up at her.

She seemed to have lost weight, her clothes hanging loosely on her frame as if they might slip off any moment. Standing there, she looked almost swamped by the fabric.

Her eyes appeared unusually large, and as she looked at him, there was no trace of emotion-as if he couldn't stir any feeling within her.

"Waiting for Max?"

The man's voice was hoarse and strained, and it took a few coughs before he managed to speak.

Brielle didn't reply. She chose silence and started to head upstairs.

If he could kill her that easily, why bother resisting? Death didn't seem to scare her much.

""Hold it right there."

His voice turned stormy.

"What's the point in fooling yourself? Don't you know Max is dead? He perished in that blaze, not even ashes left behind."

Brielle's body went rigid. She must have misheard.

turned around, her eyes wide with

slowly, his

so lost in your little world that you can't stand being

out of

went ice-cold as she gripped her

be dead. This guy had to be

stepped closer, reaching out as if to

disgust, keeping

in mid-air before

"It's my fault."

tumbled out unexpectedly, and Brielle had

words, as if he'd never apologized to anyone

time. As she reached her door,

same aura, the

back. Wasn't he just downstairs? How did he get up here so

Was it an illusion?

quickly unlocked her bedroom door and locked

night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those

with you, I wish for your life to be

mere memory of

Tears streaked down Brielle's

blanket over her head, pretending not to hear the knocking at

vulnerable after enduring such

life and the child

didn't realize it. After crying for a while, she heard the knocking grow louder,

back the blanket and saw morning sunlight streaming in; she had hidden under the covers all

knocking persisted, and she couldn't tell if the knocks she heard last night were real or just a