Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1101

Talking to him felt like trying to explain Shakespeare to a cow-utterly pointless.

Brielle couldn't even stand the thought of speaking to him. She slid off the rest of the rings from her fingers, figuring the saleslady at the jewelry store must be over the moon. Probably hit her annual sales quota in one go.

But then, realizing these were diamond rings from the Lynch family business, Brielle felt a weird sense of comfort. At least the money was staying in the family.

Yet, with this man standing in front of her, she was ready to explode without him saying a word. It was strange how the same face could make you feel on top of the world when it was Max Dorsey, but could also drive you insane when it was someone else. King carefully picked up the rings from the ground and placed them gently beside her. Brielle felt a mix of anger and helplessness. If he really wanted to make her happy now, why didn't he stop the car when she screamed for him to pull over earlier? She decided to lie back down, her chest heaving with frustration, nearly making her feel sick. Seeing her like this, King thought she might still be upset and asked, "Brielle, are you still mad?" Brielle closed her eyes, knowing if she didn't respond, he would keep asking. So she replied stiffly, "No."

King sighed with relief. "That's good."

him was like getting a rotten apple and ten slaps

the bathroom. After a while, she felt the covers being lifted and a warm body snuggling close to her, scooping

anymore, can we continue what we were doing this

Joseph, walking in, saw the mark but didn't

hanging onto life. But he never thought it was King's doing; in his eyes,

uncovered some

from other families, mainly

Ms. Brielle's incident, Myles must have had

lowered, sensing a hint of sorrow. After all, he had witnessed the man unconscious for a month The moment King suspected Myles, he figured deep hypnosis might have been involved. But regardless, it was still Brielle who lost

"What else?"