Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1065

Max was always upfront. Since he hadn't been involved in the past drama between these two, he saw no reason to jump in and mediate now.

King, on the other hand, had a serious grudge against him, clearly pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Even if Max told him, "I don't mind your presence," he knew King's personality well enough to realize that wouldn't fix anything.

Because Max had been around before King, King was deeply insecure, always fearing he might vanish one day, worried he was just a shadow of Max.

The more arrogant King seemed to the world, the more insecure he felt inside.

King's existence was entirely because of Max, and he was terrified that Max could take it all back at any moment, which made him anxious.

When King fell for someone, his anxiety went through the roof, always afraid Brielle might leave, convinced she didn't need him.

So, he built walls around her, thinking that would make her stay forever.

During Max's introspective phase, he began to understand how King came to be, and it stirred something deep inside him.

Max was always a bit emotionally clueless, rarely showing his feelings.

He realized he had long ago decided to discard that impulsive, scared, fragile part of himself.

No one understood King better than Max. Competing for control was pointless.

But in Max's eyes, recognizing King didn't mean he had to respect him. After all, the way King treated Brielle was unforgivable.

King hadn't realized his mistake yet, so Max figured it was only fair to let him face Brielle's wrath.

Brielle had a sharp tongue, capable of cutting deep, something King hadn't experienced yet, but he was about to.

Max believed Brielle should reclaim her own peace.

Max kissed Brielle's

required selflessness, or at least the ability to hide

was his gift

he drifted off, Max's thoughts were interrupted by that all-too-familiar,

"Smart move."

as brief as

"Buzz off."

and then you can reap the benefits, letting Brielle see your true colors." Max was a man of few

a saying: the guiltier you feel, the

to keep

he was scared of disappearing, knowing full well he

especially overflowed, bordering

When I wake up, I'll have her,

still

nothing like out-shaming the

fell silent, choked

The room quieted.

woke up, sunlight filled the room, casting a golden glow even on

at the

that

of

gentle, trustworthy aura.

help but snuggle closer, convinced Max had returned to her

to King seemed to bring

felt the weight of someone

her cheeks flushed, almost

his hand, caressing

looked away, her gaze falling. It wasn't Max;

this point, there was no turning