Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1167

His fingers were stained with the metallic scent of blood, a smell so strong it felt like it was seeping out of the room.

Brielle lay there, her chin down to her chest covered in streaks of crimson.

The guards outside couldn't help but peek through the window, shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Did you hear? The one inside, with their tongue cut out, was Mr. Kenzo's true love."

"No way. If Mr. Kenzo had someone he loved, why would Ms. Irene marry him?"

"Come on, Ms. Irene's got her own lineup of lovers. Their marriage is clearly about more than just love. She probably admires Mr. Kenzo's ruthless streak. Remember, she killed her own lover back in the day." "Shh, don't talk about that."

And with that, they fell silent.

Inside, Brielle was still unconscious.

Kenzo walked back to his old room, his fingertips trembling slightly. Whatever he did in there was a mystery to everyone else.

the bloodstains began to vanish did she let out a sigh of relief, as if the knife couldn't bear to be tainted for long. Behind her, Jaired toyed with a cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly. He wasn't standing straight anymore but

it with a silk scarf - the same one she wore on her

knife's cleanliness, she sheathed it in

"Jaired, are you hurt?"

his

is strong. Without royal help, if the Lynch family teams up with

really come after

gently touched

around for years. I've been calling everyone back these past few

en

or other people's lives. They just want Brielle

better, isn't

respond, just

her hand as if to touch him but stopped a few inches

I've always wanted to do.

hand, pulling out a cigarette. Realizing she didn't have a lighter, she placed the cigarette in her mouth, leaned over Jaired,

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