Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1230

Brielle thought she'd managed to escape everyone's notice. She loaded her gun, her fingertips trembling slightly. And it was quite a noticeable tremble.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took a deep breath.

There was no reason to shake. That man shouldn't have given her hope, shouldn't have taken her child.

He had to pay for what he did.

Inside the room, King had already woken up, but after five days without food or water, he was extremely weak.

He'd listened to gunfire all night, probably Joseph dealing with those trying to kill him.

What was the point?

With Brielle gone, life felt meaningless. He might as well let one of them shoot him and give someone the satisfaction of a job well done.

After all, being the king, countless people wanted him dead.

When he heard the door open, King didn't even bother opening his eyes, just lying there indifferently.

Here we go again.

Probably Joseph coming to take him away.

These people's tactics were anything but sophisticated. A real assassin would take him out from a hundred meters away with the best sniper rifle available.

But he knew Joseph was so capable that he probably had his own men positioned at every ideal sniping spot already.

King sighed, feeling the barrel of a gun pressed against his chest.

Why hasn't Joseph arrived yet?

He thought to himself, slowly opening his eyes.

But the person he saw made him momentarily stunned.

Brielle, even with a gun pressed against him, showed no sign of resistance.

frowned, thinking perhaps he was delirious from illness, so she

just looked at her, even slowly sitting up

was still aimed at his heart, but not a single

Was it an illusion?

surgery to look like Brielle, to

time their tactics were much more sophisticated, at least the person really did look like her, making him unable to muster any

"King?"

had always liked her calling him that, especially in intimate

their child, and without

"I said, I-"

wrist was grabbed, and the gun moved from his heart to his

to back away but was forcefully pulled

feel the

not dreaming,

fingertips were still trembling; she had

shoot, she had thought countless times about

them, Brielle pinned in his embrace,

cold, momentarily forgetting if

heart, he would

let her go, pulling her onto

look at her

didn't answer, looking

continuously flowing from

the gun in her

to the

King's eyes flashed with

"Get out."

closing the door

gun lying on the bed and pressed it against his

her

couldn't understand how after doing something so cruel,

if he still

stared at her, not at all

his head