Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1229

Jaired couldn't believe what he was seeing; his hands froze on the controls.

Irene, on the other hand, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Why?"

She heard Jaired ask.

Raising an eyebrow, Irene replied, "You assassinate a prince, and you think the North American military's just gonna sit around twiddling their thumbs? Letting him live this long was already a miracle. With satellites covering every inch, there was no way he could hide." Jaired's hands trembled slightly, his eyes reddening.

"Couldn't we save him, though?"

"Sure, but only if I become the president of North America. Even if we wanted to save him, would he even want that? For him, death might be the best option. Brielle doesn't hate him. Everything ends on a high note. How perfect."

She had asked him time and time again, do you really want to stay?

He was smart, perceptive. How could he not catch her drift?

She was really asking, do you want to stay and face death?

Come with me to North America. Once I'm president, you can live openly and proudly.

But Kenzo had refused.

Irene had done all she could for her husband in name. She couldn't beg him to live.

There was no need. They both knew it.

"Jaired, are you hurting?"

you're

silently, his voice hoarse

could go back

cold laugh,

offer

needed to secure the presidency soon, or she and Jaired would be

glow lasted a long time. The national forces didn't just bomb it; they strafed it

was the exit Kenzo chose

carefully crafted bracelet was

was reset to

a hug from Brielle, leaving

memory before death was sweet, infinitely better than leaving

giving him another

Everything was just right.

days at Beaconsfield

brought to the streets

Peine

the castle's surroundings and

to the hospital, taking the gun Irene gave

solemn, probably aware of King's identity; no one dared to take it

one was

found it strange.

was

so cautious, trust

now that he was