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.

wet on her neck. She froze. The dampness seemed to seep into her pores, stabbing at her heart like a thousand needles. It hurt so

vines wrapped around her tighter, but somehow,

made the half-open curtains sway. The wetness on her neck was so

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

light of dawn broke, she finally asked, "Why did you

then and looked up at her. His

"What?"

have Myles send me away!" she demanded, her eyes blazing with

shot back quickly, gripping her hand tight. "I really

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

it anymore. Myles

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away?" His voice was weak. He

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

you're tired of me, sending

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