Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1078

When King got back to the mansion, he saw Brielle slouched on the couch, cut off from the world since he'd taken her phone. She looked like she was stuck in some sort of limbo, unable to do anything. Isaac, meanwhile, preferred hiding out in his room, not keen on talking to her.

As soon as King walked through the door and saw Brielle, his eyes softened. He loved the feeling of coming home to her.

Brielle, though, had the opposite reaction. Her face screamed annoyance, her expression a neon sign of disdain, piercing King's heart like a dagger.

But he thought he knew how to make things right.

"Brielle," he called, sitting next to her and taking her hand.

Brielle scowled, feeling an instant headache at the sight of him.

King pulled her into a tight hug, resting his head in the crook of her neck. For a moment, as she looked down at his dark hair, her heart softened.

Then he brought up the kid, and all her buried anger flared back up. She had only just learned about the three years of birth control pills, and the remorse was fresh. His words were salt in the wound, making her cheeks flush red with a mix of rage and pain. King, clueless about her turmoil, nuzzled his head against her neck. "Don't be mad. It was my fault," he murmured.

acknowledging his attempt to apologize. But then he said, "What's done is done, no point in dwelling on it," and she snapped. She

by her reaction, not getting why

out," Brielle snapped, standing

throwing a fit?" He had let her slaps and demands to

face as Max? If she wasn't hoping for Max to return, she'd

him, seeing her stay as a means to an end.

down,

silent, not wanting to act on her anger.

fearing he might think she was in danger and

she asked, trying

Planning to run away again?" King hit

was tangible as she explained, "I just want to

retorted, his head still resting in the crook of her

of anger and helplessness, Brielle almost cried, biting back her

hungry, watched the scene from the balcony, with Noir underfoot. Noir didn't protest, just flicked its tail. Isaac climbed down, looking sour. "Noir,