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.

him away, but then she felt something wet on her neck. She froze. The dampness seemed to seep into her pores, stabbing

wrapped around her tighter, but somehow, she found comfort

looked out the window, watching the distant city lights flicker. The breeze made the half-open curtains sway. The wetness

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

she finally

had regained his strength by then and looked up

"What?"

me away!"

gripping her hand tight.

send her away? Myles had acted under someone else's orders,

to think about it anymore. Myles was

en novelxo

I send you away?" His voice was weak. He held her, not wanting to let

Even if he'd left in a fit of

you're tired of me, sending me away is one

brows furrowed as he touched her forehead-no fever. He moved her to the bed and rang