Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1166

Jaired stood still, his face a mask of calm. It was like he had no idea what those ten years meant. Or maybe he just didn't want to think about it. He just stood there, not even looking for a place to sit, as if he could stand there forever. Irene, a cigarette hanging from her fingers, followed Kenzo from a short distance until they reached the door to the room where Brielle was being held. Kenzo reached out to touch the door but then pulled back, looking hesitant. Irene stepped up from behind him and pushed the door open.

"Darling, is this the woman you fancy?"

Kenzo had never said anything like that to Brielle. He'd lost the chance to admit his feelings long ago. The only thing he'd ever told her was, "Thank you for the candy apple." Those words meant way more than just liking her.

Brielle, who had been trying to rest, was startled by the door opening and a strange woman's voice. The woman's tone was lazy and indifferent, like she didn't care about anything.

Brielle heard footsteps coming closer and stopping right next to her. Then someone lifted her chin, turning her face from side to side.

"She's pretty. I've seen her before," Irene said, smiling as she let go of Brielle's chin. "Honey, you can go ahead. I'll give you ten minutes to think it over, just like my father gave me." Irene pulled out a gun and laid a thin throwing knife next to it. "Do you want to use the gun or the knife?"

Brielle stayed silent. She couldn't see the woman in front of her and knew that saying anything could make things worse.

Irene stepped back and left the weapons on the floor for Kenzo to choose. Kenzo walked over, leaning down to look at Brielle's face.

back a bit," he

blood on me?"

"Yes," he replied.

arms. "Darling, you've got ten minutes.

up the thin knife. He'd noticed how much Irene treasured it. She only took it off the night they were together; otherwise, it was always on her wrist. She said it was made by the best craftsman in Beaconsfield, and she probably wasn't lying. The knife

cutting his palm. Irene

careful, darling. That

Brielle's face, his fingertips gently touching her chin and cheek. Brielle felt violated and tried to turn her head, but a sudden

her

sharp pain made her

watched as Kenzo pushed the knife

ΛΟ

was cut away.

her mouth full of blood. Kenzo, holding the knife, let her go and slowly stood up. He