Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1231

Brielle's hand twitched, wanting to pull away.

King, after a brief kiss, stood up and pulled her back into his arms. He held her so tightly she could barely breathe. It felt like the chains of love had clamped down on her again, trapping her completely.

The metallic scent of blood at her nose reminded her that he was hurt.

"Children," she whispered, her voice raspy, eyes brimming with tears.

Why treat a child like that? If he was done with her, he could just toss her aside. She was used to being abandoned. But children? They were innocent.

King went rigid, not quite getting what she meant.

"Are you talking about a child?" he asked, confused.

"Brielle, please be clear, I don't understand." He clung to her, burying his face in her neck with a kind of desperate longing. The warmth of her skin told him she was alive, not rotting away in the sea, not devoured by fish. She was really back.

then she felt something wet on her neck. She froze. The dampness seemed to seep into her pores, stabbing at her heart like a

around her tighter, but

window, watching the distant city lights flicker. The breeze made the half-open curtains sway. The wetness on her neck was so pronounced, she felt paralyzed, just staring out at the

and placed it on the back of his head. His hair was soft, his skin smooth, his looks flawless. He was like a rare flower on a high peak-perfect to a suspicious degree. She often wondered if the intensity in his eyes was real. Listening to his slightly muffled voice, her fingertips on his head, she stayed

light of dawn broke, she finally

strength by then and looked up at her. His eyes were

"What?"

have Myles send me away!" she demanded,

back quickly, gripping her hand tight. "I really

her away? Myles had acted under someone

to think about it anymore. Myles

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I send you away?" His voice was weak. He held

lips and slapped him. King looked hurt. Even if he'd left

the children? If you're tired of me,

realized something was off. His brows furrowed as he touched her forehead-no fever.