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?"

to confront him, only to fall asleep. But seeing the bandage on King's shoulder, her icy words got stuck in her throat. The swelling on his face had gone down, but the bruises were still visible. Brielle

familiar territory for Brielle, well-acquainted with its contents. Entering the bathroom, she noticed her items had been moved, yet

brushing her teeth in silence, she felt arms wrap

you're staying?" Or had she walked

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

heading to Beaconsfield for my graduation project,"

curved into a

I

scoffed, trying to

what, am I

burying his face in the nape of her

"Then, I'm coming."

knowing some

he