Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1052

Kailee wasn't paying attention to anything else. She stretched out her arms, trying to wrap them around King's neck for a hug.

Brielle took a sharp breath, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrest. What was he planning to do? What did he intend with Max's body?

King raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk forming on his lips. He shrugged off Kailee, straightened his suit, and then stood up, heading upstairs.

Kailee didn't notice Brielle. Her gaze followed King to the second floor, but Brielle had already retreated into the shadows. Kailee's cheeks flushed as she got up, intending to wrap her arms around King's waist, only to hear him say, "You can go back now." Kailee paused, feeling as if her soaring spirits had been slapped back to the ground. But she couldn't give up, not when there had been a hint of progress after all these years. She decided to stay right there, waiting until he came down.

Meanwhile, King had already reached the second floor, standing beside Brielle. He spoke in a low voice, deliberately distinguishing it from Max's tone. "This mansion is under surveillance. I'm not in the habit of putting on a show in front of others, but you can head to the room filled with cameras we used last time. You should be able to see from the footage."

Brielle's breathing became erratic, her anxiety causing her to grasp his hand. "This is Max's body!"

lazily against the railing, his slender fingers tapping on the cold pillar, his voice light and carefree. "It's mine too. You resist me, but others don't. What am I to do? I can only seek other women. Just not sure how Max would feel if he ever comes back. Could he handle it?" He withdrew his hand, pulling out a lighter, and with a flick of his thumb, a flame burst

impatient, almost wishing she could strip down right there and tie this man to her. She wanted to go up and see what was happening but was held back, urged to keep her cool. Kailee was desperate,

his wrist. King paused, surprised. This was the first time she ever initiated contact with him in all the time he had known her. The hostility in him

had seen

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the first move. He recalled carefully and realized there had been one other instance, but it was just

ulterior motive. He

with all the time in the world, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, curious about

persuade him not to pursue that woman, she would have to at least kiss him once. Thinking this, he lowered his head. Probably two kisses

said Max might come back,

him surged once more. He looked at the face filled with concern before him, but those eyes, looking at him, were

her. At least when she's in bed with me, she won't be