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.

She froze. The dampness seemed to seep into

vines wrapped around her tighter, but somehow, she found comfort

sway. The wetness on her neck was so pronounced, she felt paralyzed, just staring out

back of his head. His hair was soft, his skin smooth, his looks flawless. He was like a rare flower on

first light of dawn broke, she finally asked,

had regained his strength by then and looked up at her. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if

"What?"

you have Myles send me away!"

back quickly, gripping her hand tight.

Myles send her away? Myles had

to think about it anymore. Myles was

en novelxo

away?" His voice was weak. He held her,

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

why harm the children? If you're tired of me, sending

forehead-no fever. He moved her to the bed and rang for