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 pushed

her, even

still aimed at his heart,

Was it an illusion?

look like Brielle, to

to admit, this time their tactics were much 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, not

"King?"

liked her calling him

thinking of their child, and without hesitation, she

"I said, I-"

could finish, her wrist was grabbed, and the gun moved from

pale with fright, tried to back away but was forcefully pulled into

to feel the pain, instead, he held

not dreaming, am

were still trembling; she had actually pulled the

to shoot, she had thought

smell of blood spread between them, Brielle pinned in his embrace, unable

cold, momentarily forgetting if she had aimed

been his heart, he would probably be dead

shaking violently, King then let her go, pulling her onto

down to look at her

answer, looking at the.

continuously flowing from

the gun

the floor,

people barged in, King's eyes flashed

"Get out."

retreated, closing the door tightly behind

the gun lying on the bed and pressed it

still look at her with such intense

so cruel, he could still look at her like

if, as if he still loved

at all concerned about the gun at his

even tilted his head slightly,