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.

King wasn't following

"King?"

wrestling with the urge to knock her out and take her back to the castle. But then Max's voice echoed

"Let her investigate."

If she uncovered everything, she'd hate him, and he'd be forced to relinquish control of his body to Max.

his dilemma couldn't be resolved with just

silent, Brielle

wrong? Don't want to

offering no more advice. King knew his conflict wasn't something that could be untangled easily; it was rooted in his feelings

weather." To make his point, he clutched his stomach. "I feel

him skeptically; his rosy cheeks and the remnants of a

to head back. "I might need some medicine; I feel like I might pass out if

acting was

up, resigned to his fate, Brielle took his hand in

"Where does it hurt?"

warmth between them would burst like a bubble. After enduring such profound despair, he couldn't bear the thought of going through it again. Their relationship, once marred by such hatred that she had chosen to end their child's life, seemed