Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1070

If King didn't take action soon, he'd be watching Max getting cozy with his girl, and little Isaac might start calling another man dad. That was a nightmare scenario King was determined to avoid at all costs.

Isaac, with his wide, curious eyes, had no clue about the storm brewing in King's mind. Since that one day when he had gone out on a whim to buy a ring, Isaac had mostly kept to himself in his room, except for when King came to visit. Those were the moments when Isaac would open up a bit more.

Now, with the villa bustling with new staff members, Isaac, ever the polite kid, responded to their questions but never engaged beyond that. He only ever sought out his dad for company.

Rubbing his temples, King glanced over at Brielle, still fast asleep, half-covered with love bites. Gently covering her with the duvet, he got dressed and scooped Isaac into his arms. "What's on the breakfast menu today, champ?"

Isaac wrapped his arms around King's neck, his gaze drifting back to the bed. "Steak."

"Brushed your teeth yet?"

"Nope."

King headed to the bathroom to grab Isaac's toothbrush, adorned with a cartoon cicada, and squeezed some toothpaste onto it before handing it over.

Isaac took the toothbrush and, in a playful twist, started brushing Noir's teeth with it instead.

King didn't scold him; he simply fetched another toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and handed it over again.

Noir needs

panther, having grown up alongside him, patiently let the boy fuss over him, even baring his teeth

found Isaac still amusing himself with Noir, who swished its tail

head affectionately. Living with humans had made Noir almost too

days were filled with playing with Noir, the two

were all recent hires; King, wary by nature, preferred not to keep the same people around for too long. Moreover, these individuals were all professionally

of the staff; in his world, there

the table, and King instructed a staff member to set aside

Kailee chose that moment

we going to make

surprised Kailee. Could the person responsible

concealed most of his face, the marks were unmistakable, as were the nail scratches on his neck. Kailee's mood darkened at

Who could it be?

her long association

she hadn't noticed any woman close to him. Then, it hit

the talk of the

of the

Kailee attempted to hook her arm through King's, but he deftly avoided her, focusing