Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1115

Brielle nestled in his arms for a good half hour, and by the time she felt steady enough to open the car door, the world outside was painted in the warm hues of the setting sun.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice dripping with a sweetness that made her heart flutter.

"Where to next?"

Because of their little roadside escapade, King hadn't bothered asking the driver about their destination; it was Brielle who'd given the address.

"You'll see," she replied, figuring he'd be too pleased to object to whatever she had planned.

King followed her out of the car, but froze when he saw the school ahead. The joy on his face faded, and he stood there like a statue. The warm feeling spreading through his chest vanished, leaving his face pale and drawn.

He couldn't shake the memory of that video, the one where Brielle had begged Myles to hypnotize her into forgetting their past. She'd said he ruined her. Now, standing here, it was clear: Brielle wanted to dig up the past from their exchange program days. Would she still hate him if she remembered? Would the happiness they'd just shared evaporate like it never existed?

Suddenly, he wanted to run, to drag her back to the castle, to keep hiding. Things were good right now, weren't they? She might not remember everything, but she had initiated a kiss, something he'd never dared dream of.

wasn't following and turned

"King?"

her out and take her back to the castle. But then Max's voice

"Let her investigate."

If she uncovered everything, she'd hate him, and he'd be forced to relinquish control of his body to Max. He couldn't bear that thought. Being despised by Brielle was Max's burden, not his. Max

Max understood him better than anyone; his dilemma couldn't be resolved with just

King remain silent, Brielle

wrong? Don't want to go

knew his conflict wasn't something

the weather." To make his point, he clutched his stomach.

him skeptically; his rosy cheeks and the remnants of a satisfied

trying to head back. "I might need some

acting was

move, lost in thought for a few moments. Just as King was about to give up, resigned to his fate, Brielle took his hand in hers. He turned

"Where does it hurt?"

was genuinely concerned about him? How could he be unwell when he'd been feeling on top of the world just moments ago? He was merely afraid that if she remembered their past, the current warmth between them would burst like a bubble. After enduring such profound despair, he