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.

neck. She froze. The dampness seemed to seep

around her tighter, but somehow, she found

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

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

broke, she

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

"What?"

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

shot back quickly, gripping her hand

could he have let Myles send her away? Myles had acted under someone else's orders,

about it anymore.

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

him. King looked hurt. Even if he'd

the children? If you're tired of me, sending me away is

touched her forehead-no fever. He moved her to the bed