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.

from illness, so she pushed

her, even slowly sitting up

still aimed at his heart, but not a single eyelash

Was it an illusion?

look like

person really did look like her, making him unable to muster any will to fight back. Brielle looked

"King?"

calling him that, especially in intimate

their child,

"I said, I-"

grabbed, and the gun moved from

to back away

not to feel the pain, instead, he

not dreaming, am

were still trembling; she had actually pulled the

shoot, she had thought countless times about aiming

between them, Brielle pinned in

momentarily forgetting if she had aimed at his

it had been his heart, he would

body shaking violently, King then let her go, pulling

he went under the bed, bending down to look at her carefully. "Brielle? Cold? Why are you

answer, looking

continuously flowing from

gun

the floor, from

barged in, King's

"Get out."

intruders hurriedly retreated, closing the door

the gun lying on the bed and pressed

still look at her with

understand how after doing something so cruel, he

as if he

her, not at all concerned about the gun at his

his head slightly,