Chapter 1234

When the thought crossed his mind, he felt utterly ridiculous. How could Brielle possibly like him? She always looked at him with such disdain, as if she wished he would just drop dead. Impossible. His voice was shaky as he asked the question, his eyes red. He pushed her against the wall, holding her tightly. "Is it?"

Brielle remained silent, her gaze drifting past his shoulder to the little boy still standing at the bottom of the staircase. The boy seemed frozen for a moment before quietly making his way upstairs, as if retreating to his room. He was a spitting image of King, with cherubic features that made him irresistibly adorable.

A pang of sorrow hit Brielle, and she looked away. "What do you mean?"

What was he trying to ask? All the courage King had mustered seemed to drain away. He didn't dare to ask further. If Brielle's memory was indeed stuck in that moment, then all she felt towards him was disgust. Asking her outright if she liked him was just setting himself up for humiliation.

But he had to clear the air. "I never had Myles touch the kid. You've always wanted to leave me, even threatening me with the child you carried. I heard you decided to sever ties with me by throwing our child into a dumpster."

"Impossible!" Brielle's face turned pale with shock. "How could I ever do such a thing? They-they..."

dumpster? A warm surge flowed through King's heart, realizing Brielle had never abandoned their child. It had all

Tears streamed down Brielle's face as she spoke. "But it doesn't matter anymore. The child didn't make it, and it's all

Noir's head, watching the two of them. He had overheard their conversation, so his mom hadn't thrown him away in a dumpster. He wasn't a child picked up from the trash;

mom's presence were real. His feelings for her couldn't compare to those he had for Noir. When Isaac looked up, his gaze met Brielle's. He quickly bowed his head, awkwardly fiddling with Noir's ear. Noir glanced at him,

him reminded her of the one she had lost. "King, let me

words countless times, as if desperate to escape his world. And so, he felt

countless times as well. Brielle remained silent, her low self-esteem surfacing once more. She always asked him to let her go, as if truly seeking worldly

"I won't."

word. After a long while, King wanted to ask if she was tired and talk about

on the wall. "Little cicada, you should rest too. I have something to tell you tomorrow." Isaac guessed it was probably about Brielle being his mom. He nodded and headed to his room without

a shower, King

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255