Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1206

Brielle felt a strange chill as she walked back to the castle that evening. It was weirdly quiet, especially after the recent influx of staff. It was already 10 p.m., and the whole place seemed asleep, not a light on in the living room. When she entered the living room, she was startled to find someone sitting in the dark on the couch, like they'd been there for ages. Flicking on the light, she saw King, deep in thought.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" she asked, bending down to change her shoes. But before she could, King grabbed her, lifting her onto the entryway cabinet. Brielle's face darkened as she realized what he was about to do. "This is the living room! People live here. The butler, Isaac... What if someone sees?" she protested, but her words were smothered by his kisses, leaving her breathless and furious.

Ignoring her, King began to undress her, but Brielle, fueled by anger, broke free and slapped him hard across the face.

He turned his head slightly, touching his cheek, his long lashes casting shadows on his face. The room fell into an uneasy silence.

Brielle's heart ached at the sight of him. "I..."

The slap had left a visible mark, his face swelling with the imprint of her fingers. She jumped down from the cabinet, concerned. "I'll get the first aid kit."

But King just stood there, not looking at her, and walked out the door.

"King!" Brielle called after him, clutching her clothes around her and trying to follow, but he was already out of reach.

She called again, but

standing alone, Brielle felt a mix of exhaustion, sleepiness, and anger. Taking a deep breath, she

King paused, turning to look at her quietly before responding, "If I don't come

who

A small voice came

witnessed their argument. King, however, focused

situation but sensing the tension,

felt choked up, unable

close, told Brielle, "You don't want to see me anyway. I'm heading back to Saudi Arabia. I won't come

into the car, which sped

King hugged Isaac tighter,

hundred meters away from the castle, hoping Brielle might

to Saudi," he said to

that refused to move, her entire being aching with a mixture of cold and numbness. Eventually, she made her way back inside

hunger and insomnia, Brielle was woken by

out, concerned at