Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1108

Emma had never been much of a movie watcher. Living in a secluded village, devoid of posters and without a TV at home, she was oblivious to the world of celebrities. But she could sense the strong presence of this group.

Backing down now would mean she'd lose her chance to confront Dustin personally after her long journey back to the mountains. From the moment she boarded the train to Beaconsfield, Emma knew she had to abandon her principles of decorum and integrity. "Dustin?" Aubree, breaking away from Andrew, approached Emma. Even before her celebrity days, Aubree had an undeniable aura. Now, after extensive training with her coach, that aura was even more formidable, causing Emma to involuntarily step back as she approached.

Normally, Aubree wouldn't bother with such matters, but considering Dustin's notorious flirtations, it wasn't beyond him to have stirred up some trouble. Women understand each other, and Emma's eyes betrayed her urgency and panic.

Stranded in an unfamiliar place, penniless, and without even the fare to return home, engulfed in darkness with no glimpse of the future, Emma was genuinely terrified. This being her first venture so far from home, she was understandably shaken. "You're saying you're carrying Dustin's child?" Aubree asked. Emma nodded, her lashes drooping. "Yes."

"How can you prove it?" Aubree continued. After all, women clamoring for Dustin's attention were a dime a dozen, each could easily claim to be carrying his child.

Aubree was only indulging this conversation for Brielle's sake, her best friend and Dustin's sister. If a child of the Lynch bloodline was indeed out there, it was a responsibility too great for anyone to bear lightly.

Emma was nervous. Her interaction with others had been minimal, limited to her ability to gather herbs in her village. Now, faced with a glamorous woman, she felt utterly out of place. The stigma of being pregnant out of wedlock, coupled with the secrecy from her mother, weighed heavily on her. If her secret were out, she'd be the talk of the town, and not in a good way.

Aubree, sensing Emma's distress,

tone. "Don't worry. If you really are carrying Dustin's child, you'd have met him

is undeniable,

if what you're saying is true to help you. Dustin's sister is my

het

in the darkness for Emma. Eagerly lifting her gaze, but then remembering she needed proof, her head drooped again, her lips quivering. "I...I don't have anything to prove it. I just thought...maybe he wouldn't want to abandon his child. My family cannot afford to raise it, but I didn't

to utter, and she dared not meet Aubree's gaze. For the first time stepping out of her secluded world, and facing such a formidable woman,

know the man you spent the night with is Dustin if you can't prove it?" Aubree pressed. Was this the tale of an innocent girl deceived by a scoundrel

muddled and not very coherent. Later, a group of people found us and took him away, leaving

Dustin indeed had disappeared for a while. She pulled up a news article

dilated, staring at the photo. There was Dustin, attending a gala, mingling among the elite with a glass of red wine in hand, his smile captivating. Dressed impeccably, he looked right at home in a world Emma couldn't even dream of. Her hopeful eyes dimmed

company. You're saying you're carrying his child?" Aubree's tone held no mockery, only a