Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1116

It was like an unspoken whisper in the air told her that if she turned him down, he'd fall apart, consumed by anxiety and fragility.

So, even though Brielle knew he was putting on a show, she nodded. "Alright, let's go home."

As King let Brielle lead him towards the car, he felt like he was dreaming. Seriously? She actually agreed? No scolding, no sarcasm, just a simple "yes" to leaving with him.

Sitting on the car's plush seat, he still felt a bit dazed. Maybe it was because their past interactions had always been so strained, never once seeing a smile on her face. When she finally showed a hint of compromise, he didn't feel joy but shock, increasingly worried this newfound peace would vanish.

He wished time could just freeze at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this car forever.

The ride back was silent. Each lost in their thoughts, not pestering each other like before, simply wondering why she suddenly seemed to care.

remembered he was supposed to be sick, so he dramatically clutched his stomach. But Brielle just glanced at

from his seat, tasting the sweetness of pretending

couldn't ignore the dull ache in her chest. It was as if all his cautious actions, his shadows, were somehow her fault. Was it because of Max's face?

helped him up, and subtly moved his hand to his stomach to avoid

utterly unfazed, especially after witnessing her scolding someone earlier, mentally crossing her off his

oblivious to her

sentence, was

being supported

for her to look after Isaac. Now, feeling closer to Brielle, he wanted

you when I need you," he

tried to withdraw her