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.

around, her

rose slowly,

world that you can't

you out

ice-cold as she gripped her

be dead. This guy

stepped closer, reaching out as if to touch her

keeping

in mid-air before

"It's my fault."

unexpectedly, and Brielle had no clue

own words, as if he'd never

stairs two at a time. As she reached her door, she saw

same aura, the same

stepped back. Wasn't he just downstairs? How did he

Was it an illusion?

quickly unlocked

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

you, I wish for your life to

mere memory of them bring tears to

Tears streaked down Brielle's

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

would feel vulnerable after

had lost the love of her life and the child she had longed for. Her entire world had

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

and saw morning sunlight streaming in;

she couldn't tell if the knocks she heard last night were real