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 tone

little world

you out

went ice-cold as she gripped

be dead. This

stepped closer, reaching out as

recoiled in disgust, keeping a wary eye

hand froze in mid-air before he withdrew

"It's my fault."

Brielle had no clue

his own words, as if

the stairs two at a time. As she reached

aura, the same

he just downstairs? How did he get

Was it an illusion?

she quickly

her that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she

I can't be with you, I wish for your

words? Why did the mere memory of them bring tears to

Tears streaked down Brielle's

as she curled up in bed, pulling the blanket over her head, pretending not to hear the

would feel vulnerable after enduring such

and the child

realize it. After crying for a while, she heard the knocking grow louder, persistent as if it wouldn't stop until she

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

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