Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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..."

see the child, didn't even know its gender. How could she possibly have thrown it in a dumpster? A warm surge flowed through

streamed down Brielle's face as she spoke. "But it

head, watching the two of them. He had overheard their conversation, so his mom hadn't thrown him away in a dumpster. He

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

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

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

self-esteem surfacing once more. She always asked him to let her go, as if

"I won't."

King wanted to ask if she was tired and talk about Isaac. But Brielle had fallen asleep on his shoulder. She must have been lacking

to bed. Isaac watched him pass by and quickly followed. After King tucked her in, he glanced at the clock on the wall. "Little cicada, you should rest too. I have

a shower,