Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1104

Upstairs, Brielle was in a deep sleep, the deepest she'd had since she arrived at the castle. From the moment she stepped inside, every fiber of her being resisted, leaving her restless and irked. That night, she dreamt again.

She dreamt she was pinned in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, with someone shouting her name from behind. She clearly wasn't a fan of this scenario, crying as her body trembled.

"Don't be scared, Brielle. Look at me," a deep voice whispered in her ear, gently kissing away her tears.

Brielle couldn't recall a time when she felt so fragile and desperate-not even during her childhood in the orphanage when there was nothing to eat. She always believed she could make it through anything. Even after years of loving Spencer, only to catch him cheating on her, she hadn't felt this vulnerable.

Brielle was like a beast with fangs, always ready to retaliate fiercely whenever someone dared to bully her. But in this dream, she was utterly helpless and bullied to no end.

"Pregnant?"

"Why don't you stay, fall in love with me, and have the baby?"

ears, but they

from the dream, she realized her cheeks were damp with real tears. She tried to turn over, but felt an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, making it hard to breathe. Turning her head, she saw Max's face, clinging to her in a state of dependency.

her even closer. Brielle felt like her bones were about

her life go wrong? She wasn't foolish; she tried hard to connect all the dots, her mind racing back to the things she had seized from Myles. His inexplicable affection felt utterly baseless. He had collected so many of

had previously asked if

during her exchange, but she

mind,

thoughts were consumed with research: Back then, Beaconsfield College had defended her during a scandal, praising her for her outstanding performance during the exchange. Brielle had no doubts about that; she indeed had

exchange.

consumed by pregnant women? She had to investigate this matter herself. The next morning, Brielle got out of bed and immediately called Dustin Lynch. Still fuming, King didn't dare stop her, just sulking downstairs on his own. Upstairs, Brielle heard the call connect quickly

doctor losing a child? I want to

and linking them together now, things seemed increasingly off. There had

pulled

investigating the organization, with