Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1123

When King woke up, he found himself sprawled across Brielle's lap. Brielle was lost in a book, her eyes scanning the pages intently. Nearby, Isaac and Noir were watching them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and jealousy. King glanced at the wall clock-it was already 10 PM. He hadn't meant to nap so long, but it was the most restful sleep he'd had in years.

"Hey Brielle, let's hit the hay," he suggested, his voice carrying a comforting undertone.

Before Brielle could reply, Isaac stood up, his voice firm with childlike finality. "Daddy, I wanna sleep with you."

King's face darkened. Sometimes this kid was just too much. Ignoring his father's glare, Isaac turned to Brielle, "You sleep by yourself."

Brielle couldn't hide her relief, and King's mood seemed to turn even stormier, his irritation palpable.

Realizing she might have overplayed her hand, Brielle quickly added, "Maybe that's not the best idea. King, you're not feeling well. I should stay with you, just to take care of you."

You go," Isaac insisted, leaving

mood momentarily lifted at Brielle's offer, only to plummet again at

all head upstairs," Brielle said, standing up, her legs numb

his eyes

sound of a spanking and Isaac's yelp could be heard. Isaac rubbed his bottom, tears welling up in his eyes. He'd always thought he was

their room, but the door stayed shut. With no other choice, he took

into her exchange student days. Despite King's objections, she felt she had the right

she missed the comforting embrace she'd grown used to. The bed felt too

tossing and turning

and someone tiptoe in. The bed dipped as they lay beside her, and soon, that familiar, octopus-like