Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1207

Brielle's eyes welled up, but she couldn't find the words, her throat feeling like it was on fire. Dustin, noticing her distress, promptly had someone bring over a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

After a few sips, Brielle felt the burning sensation in her throat ease. Dustin sat across from her, his suit jacket discarded at the entryway, now just in a crisp dress shirt. His fair skin seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming in, but Brielle was too preoccupied to notice. "So, what's the deal with you and Arthur? Keep your distance. Ever since the royal family started that organization, I've had a bad feeling. And now, the media's having a field day with you two."

"He played me. I never thought he'd gamble with his own life."

Dustin didn't need to spell out how the headlines would sensationalize their story. Naturally, they'd go for the most scandalous angle. Brielle was fuming, partly at herself, for not immediately pulling away when she saw Arthur, giving him an opening. She had been focused on keeping the peace because of the Lynch family's agreements with the royals, and now she was in a tight spot.

"Where's King?" Dustin asked, glancing around, noticing the absence of the man who usually stuck to Brielle like glue. It was odd, given his usual insistence on being close, yet today, he was nowhere to be seen.

"He left," Brielle replied, her voice barely a whisper. Her grip on the cup was so tight her knuckles turned white. She hadn't slept all night, troubled by Arthur's actions, and now, just thinking of King made her heart ache.

to? Grocery shopping or something?" Dustin's guess wasn't far off, considering King's usual eagerness to please Brielle, but it was shocking to hear he had left North America. Just the other day,

Saudi Arabia. Says he's not coming back." Brielle's voice cracked, nearly breaking into tears, though she tried to convince herself, 'It's just King, not

then frowned deeply.

"He left with him."

you about Isaac?" Dustin

'greatest love,' what a

of his mouth. "So, what now? You two just

silent,

Max's face, or because of King himself? I wonder if my concern for him is also because of Max. Everything's a mess in my head. I can't stand seeing him hurt,

throbbed with pain, her feverish cheeks flushed. She didn't chase after King last night, realizing in that moment what she had been doing always indulging him. His clinginess, his mood swings, The

off. Doesn't he have his first