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.

was delirious from illness, so she

looked at her, even slowly sitting

aimed at his heart,

Was it an illusion?

had undergone surgery to look like Brielle,

him unable to muster any will to fight back. Brielle looked at the man, his eyes clear, not the look

"King?"

liked her calling him that,

child, and without hesitation, she pulled

"I said, I-"

grabbed, and the gun

away but was forcefully pulled into

seemed not to feel the

not dreaming, am

fingertips were still trembling; she

taught her how to shoot, she had thought countless times about aiming at

blood spread between them, Brielle pinned in his embrace, unable to

cold, momentarily forgetting if she had

his heart, he would probably be dead by

shaking violently, King then let her

down to look at her carefully.

looking

continuously flowing from

the gun in

the floor, from

people barged in, King's

"Get out."

hurriedly retreated, closing the door tightly behind

picked up the gun lying on the bed and pressed it

her with such

something so cruel, he could still look at her like

if he still

her, not at all concerned about the

tilted his head