Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1030

Dustin, even with his roguish charm, always treated women with the utmost respect. Back in Beaconsfield, his support for Aubree was like a lifeline during her darkest days.

Who would finally capture his heart was anyone's guess, and Brielle found herself quite intrigued by the prospect.

Having gathered a good amount of intel, Brielle felt she was getting closer to understanding King's situation. The next step was to peel away the mask he wore.

"Sky, it's getting late. Let's call it a night. Whatever you want to dig into, we can tackle it tomorrow," Dustin suggested gently.

Brielle had only recently recovered from an illness and couldn't afford to burn the midnight oil. As soon as Dustin finished speaking, Brielle yawned, wished him goodnight, and headed to her bedroom. With her guess about King's identity, she had been sleeping soundly the past few nights. But tonight, insomnia struck, and she found herself dreaming about her year abroad as an exchange student.

Max had once asked her about her time overseas, but she couldn't quite articulate her experiences then, feeling it was much the same as back home-lonely, buried in research.

Now, she wondered why Max had asked about her exchange year. If memory served, she had spent a year and two months abroad, achieving top grades before returning to her routine of study and research at home. What had Max sensed back then?

in the picture. She needed

couldn't escape, suffocating embraces, and a voice

you say you'd stay with

Brielle could feel goosebumps on her own arms but couldn't make out the face of the man holding her-his

words.

I don't want anything," she protested in the

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sweeping her off her feet in

more, witnessing a struggle that left her dream self pale and frightened. "What

relentless, his grip

believe the dream's intensity or its resemblance to her own

other than Max, especially not in such a shameful way. And to dream such

was relieved to see the morning light. The dream had left its mark, stirring her heart into a rapid pace. Brielle's objectives were clear: await Seamus's move and unveil the man