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

at her, even slowly sitting

at his heart, but not a single eyelash of

Was it an illusion?

had undergone surgery to look like Brielle, to entice

more sophisticated, at least the person really did look like her, making him unable to muster any will to fight back. Brielle looked at the man, his eyes clear,

"King?"

calling him that, especially in intimate

eyes reddened thinking of their child, and without hesitation, she pulled the

"I said, I-"

grabbed, and the gun moved from his

tried to back away but was forcefully

feel the

dreaming, am

fingertips were still trembling; she had actually pulled

how to shoot, she had thought countless times about aiming

blood spread between them, Brielle pinned

if she had aimed at his

been his heart, he would probably

body shaking violently, King then let her

look at her carefully. "Brielle? Cold?

answer, looking

continuously flowing from

the gun

the floor, from

barged in, King's eyes

"Get out."

intruders hurriedly retreated, closing the

silence, picked up the gun lying on the bed and pressed it against his forehead. Why didn't he

look at her

couldn't understand how after doing something so cruel,

if, as if he still loved

at her, not at all concerned about

tilted his head slightly, kissing