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."

was indeed his, and still so young, how

playing with Noir, though he

Beaconsfield. Wanna come with? It's a lot of fun over there." Isaac remained silent, continuing to tug at Noir's

pang of discomfort, Brielle quickly moved closer, attempting to

private jet, so your little buddy can come along too." Hearing this, Isaac finally looked up, a

"Okay."

smiled, taking his hand,

feeling a bit

Downstairs, King was surprised.

willing

cold snort, making King wonder if he'd heard him right. When did his

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

sour, King felt

besides,

"Hmph."

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

hadn't he? And yet here he was, mimicking Max's icy demeanor. Under Brielle's stern gaze, King didn't dare reprimand the child and

was time to leave, he

asked Orla to research that medication and a month hadn't passed yet, Orla hadn't made any breakthroughs. "Auntie, just give me a call if you find

"Alright, alright, alright."

'alright' three

fond of

You

leave, she asked,