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

selflessness, or at least the ability

was his gift to

were interrupted

"Smart move."

as brief as

"Buzz off."

the benefits, letting Brielle see your true colors." Max was a man of few words, but King...

the guiltier you feel, the more you

orchestrated everything to keep

disappearing, knowing full well

words especially

just watch. When I wake up, I'll have her,

ahead. I'll still feel

like

choked

The room quieted.

sunlight filled the room, casting

at the person

felt as that c in

of

gentle, trustworthy aura.

snuggle closer, convinced Max had returned to her

correct; getting closer to King

half-asleep, felt the weight of someone on

he saw Brielle, her cheeks flushed, almost within reach of

hand,

falling. It wasn't Max; it was

there was no