Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1247

Dustin clicked the red "end call" button; he had to get to a meeting.

The meeting dragged on for three hours, and as soon as it wrapped up, his phone buzzed with a call from his mom, Sarah. She wanted to know if he was planning to visit Brielle today.

Dustin had already filled them in on Brielle's situation and the clear misunderstandings that needed to be ironed out with the Lynch family. He had firmly suggested they give her some space for now, but Sarah, ever the worrier, couldn't help herself. During the days Brielle was missing, Sarah barely slept a wink, spending her nights looking after Desiree instead. Now that Brielle was found, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Dustin managed to reassure his mom, but deep down, he was worried about Brielle too. Unable to resist, he dialed King's number.

At that moment, King was sound asleep, cuddling Brielle, having not rested well for days. Finally having her back, he was reluctant to wake up. Brielle was nestled in his arms, both showing no signs of waking until the ringtone pierced the silence. King's eyes snapped open, and he quickly pressed the answer button, whispering, "Hey, bro."

"How's Little Canary? Is she recovering?" Dustin asked.

"She hasn't woken up yet. I'm planning to have someone check on her today."

After a brief chat, King noticed Brielle's frown and then her eyes fluttering open. He quickly bid Dustin goodbye and wrapped his arms around her.

more sleep?" he

but the bruises were still visible. Brielle looked away, silently getting out of bed. King lowered his gaze, still not daring to ask if

territory for Brielle, well-acquainted with its contents. Entering the bathroom, she noticed

in silence, she felt arms wrap around her

staying?" Or had she walked right back into the

him to catch a glimpse of her hidden feelings. Besides, there was still no explanation about the

heading to Beaconsfield for my graduation project," she

lips curved into a smile, tightening his

if I tag

scoffed, trying

to use; what, am I supposed

face in the nape of

"Then, I'm coming."

knowing some of

now, he found