Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1005

Why Max? What's so great about him?

A fool who doesn't even know how to hold on to the person he likes. How is he better than me?

King just couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Give it up. I won't let him live."

"So, you started that wildfire, didn't you? You killed him?"

Brielle's composure finally cracked, but she remembered they were at a party, so she just stared daggers at the man.

King took a sip of his red wine, his voice dripping with ice.

"As long as I'm alive, he has to die."

Brielle took a deep breath. After that wildfire, King seemed even darker than before.

Yeah, darker.

His gaze was complicated, filled with both love and hate.

But Brielle couldn't recall any interaction she'd had with him.

So, where did his love and hate come from?

her hand, about

who had been

mask knew that King despised

and you're as good

fingertips

you might not be able to

seem to

in

Brielle, yet she still felt a deep sense

back, and she took a deep breath, not wanting to make a scene, especially

to wait for

be in the same space as this man. She beaded

the chance, she'd make King pay! Until

still waiting for her outside. She called Dustin to say she wanted to leave early. Dustin agreed, saying he'd

felt

mood was completely ruined by

the car, her

Palace wasn't an illusion, then the King she saw at

living room, and the next, when she panicked and tried to enter

mess, and she rubbed her

saw a kid sitting on a bench at

eyes widened,

"Stop the car."

out, instantly spotting

him, just quietly sitting there, the streetlight casting a beautiful glow on