Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1252

But for a moment, she didn't notice anything off. By the time she did, it was too late his arms were already wrapped tightly around her waist. She tried to wiggle free, but it was pointless.

King's cheeks flushed as he looked deeply into her eyes.

Brielle frowned, trying to look away, but he gently held her chin, making her face him.

"Brielle, did you ask Myles to hypnotize you because you couldn't handle the idea of me harming our child?"

His movements were slow, more about closing the distance between them than anything else.

"Coming back on your own, do you miss me, or are you here to see me suffer?"

His forehead rested against hers, his gaze intense.

The intensity of his stare cut through her, soothing her unease. Knowing that his gaze was still focused on her, not wandering to another woman, was a comfort. She sighed in relief but kept her cool exterior.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Playing tough," King chuckled, pulling her closer.

"You don't really hate me, do you?" His voice was soft, but his hands trembled slightly.

Brielle stayed silent, making King tighten his grip in frustration.

the next day that they

a bowl of instant

embarrassment and quickly moved

you supposed to call

eating instant noodles jolted his memory, and he quickly made several calls.

"You can't eat junk food

if he hadn't eaten

needed to go upstairs to prepare some

had set up a computer for her, but as soon as she turned it on, she saw entertainment news with Aubree's face splashed across

was seeing things, but after rubbing her eyes, she

become

quickly accepted it and immediately

informed by King about Brielle's situation, but what shocked her more was

in a daze since King's call, her

staring blankly, holding an empty

"Aubree?"

and eagerly asked, "You're in Beaconsfield already? Come see me, it's been

missed her too and was about to head to Stellar Stage

leave, King firmly

her appearance would cause a traffic

smiled, not daring to admit how much she enjoyed his possessive nature, as if he