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.

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

baffled by her reaction, not getting

Brielle snapped, standing up to

throwing a fit?" He had let her slaps

this man have the same face as Max? If she wasn't hoping for Max to return,

deep breath, she tried to ignore him, seeing her stay as a

down,

to act on her anger. She even closed her

he might think she was in danger and

trying to keep her voice

phone? Planning to run away again?" King hit a

just want to call my brother, so he doesn't think I'm

being held captive, so he's not wrong," King retorted, his head still resting in the crook of her neck. "Brielle, don't

helplessness, Brielle almost cried, biting back her frustration before

Noir underfoot. Noir didn't protest, just flicked its