Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1050

"Anything at all?"

King repeated her words, his eyes raking over her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in closer. "Really anything?"

Brielle was frozen, but remembering why she was here, she bit her lip and nodded.

"Yes."

All she wanted was to know if Max was still alive. If he wasn't, her own life felt meaningless; nothing mattered anymore.

King seemed to catch onto her thoughts, his breath hitching for a moment. For a split second, he genuinely wanted to strangle her. His hands found their way to her neck, tightening instinctively.

Yet, Brielle didn't even blink. She stared right at him, maybe recalling the sweet moments they once shared, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.

In front of Max, she'd always been a bit shy, no matter how many times they'd been close. His face, those gentle eyes, always took her breath away.

But now, those familiar eyes were filled with complexity and anger. He looked like he wanted to tear her apart, to drag Max back from the dead and punish him over and over.

As his grip on her neck tightened, she stubbornly held his gaze.

Finally, King let go, his hand trailing down before pulling back. He didn't touch her, just left her hanging there.

She should be grateful that he was calmer now, not like before when he would have kept her by his side against her will.

Realizing this, she saw the frustration in his eyes as he pulled away from her.

Instinctively, she reached out to grab him, "Wait-"

finish,

like this before. How did he change so suddenly? He used to be forceful, making sure she enjoyed

his nature, he should have finished

Max hadn't shed any Dorsey blood. So, in the moment of killing Antonio, Max's mindset had swayed him. Not finishing the job

he had to act on his own terms. Turning back to Brielle, who sat on the bed, hair

off the lights, and pushed her back onto the

he wasn't just

"Look at me!"

he held

with tension, and in the dim light, they could

hesitated no longer, kissing her deeply while his hands

regretting

telling herself that

body

side, she couldn't accept it when it

but was

too late for

low, as if he

"Max!"

forward to hug the

moment

she was thinking of

bit into her

winced, her body trembling

the dampness on his shoulder, King realized