Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1250

"Your mom's been feeling a bit under the weather lately. The guy who came by this morning was just checking up on her. He said she can't handle too much excitement right now or anything too out of the ordinary. We need to take things slow, but soon enough, we'll be a family again. For now, though, you'll have to bear with us." Isaac looked up, his eyes meeting the man's who spoke of inconvenience yet had an eager gleam in his eyes. A smirk tugged at Isaac's lips.

The kid's all grown up, and now he's off to woo Brielle. Must think he's hit the jackpot.

Yeah, right.

Isaac was fuming.

King didn't catch on to his irritation; otherwise, he'd have been all over him, trying to cheer him up.

"Thinking about joining us for a trip to Beaconsfield, kiddo?"

Isaac turned away, "Nope."

"Alright then, it'll just be your mom and me."

Isaac didn't say a word.

If King said he could do it, he meant it.

Taking a deep breath, Isaac went back to fussing over Noir's ears.

That afternoon, King was set to take Brielle back to Beaconsfield. Seeing him without the young boy by his side made Brielle frown slightly. "Aren't you bringing the kid?"

"He doesn't wanna go."

kid was indeed his, and still so young, how could he bear to be away from

playing with Noir,

right? Your dad and I are heading to Beaconsfield. Wanna come

quickly moved closer, attempting to lift him, but Isaac

us. It'll be boring staying home all by yourself. I'll ask your dad to arrange a private jet, so

"Okay."

taking his hand,

feeling a bit uneasy but didn't

Downstairs, King was surprised.

willing to

heard him right. When did his son learn to

along, Brielle's expression cooled. How could such a man be a good

their faces turn sour, King felt guilty and scrambled for

him. He didn't want to go, and besides, the

"Hmph."

Isaac, his face mirroring King's so closely that King couldn't help but

once, hadn't he? And yet here he was, mimicking Max's icy demeanor. Under Brielle's stern

it was time to leave,

Orla hadn't made any breakthroughs. "Auntie, just give me a call if you find something. I'll have someone come pick it

"Alright, alright, alright."

repeated 'alright' three

fond of King

You

leave, she asked,