Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1262

The train car fell into an eerie silence after Aubree spoke, as if even the bustling traffic outside had paused to listen. She felt herself enveloped in a careful embrace, treated as delicately as a fragile treasure. "I'm sorry." It wasn't his first apology.

Aubree merely blinked, too exhausted to respond. All she wanted was to sleep.

Back at the mansion, Brielle was buried in her thesis, glued to her laptop day and night. King worried she'd realize something was off-like the fact she had already graduated and couldn't remember her original thesis topic. Yet, to his surprise, Brielle remembered everything.

She sat on the newly replaced couch in the living room, her fingers flying over the keyboard, emitting a clear 'do not disturb' vibe. King, having nothing to do with her busy hands, simply watched her, finding immense satisfaction in just being in her presence. Brielle sensed his gaze, a fleeting smile tugging at her lips, though her expression remained cool. "Don't you have something better to do? Aren't there Dorsey International files that need your attention?"

King, ever so oblivious, missed the hidden smile and felt his spirits drop. "Dorsey International is bankrupt."

Brielle's fingers froze mid-type, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say?"

His tone was unexpectedly calm. "Dorsey International has gone under. I'm not its CEO anymore."

struck by lightning, wondering if he was joking. A quick search revealed that Dorsey International had indeed been acquired by a company named Dream Tech Designs. Unaware that Dream Tech Designs was Max's venture, she felt a guilty surge

ve

Given her long-standing engagement with Spencer, she knew all too well the weight of familial

closer to him. King, missing her

feigned annoyance, pushing himmet

for him to

International gone, I've no source of income. After

on you; I bit the bullet on this

must've cost a fortune, a clear case of living beyond one's means. "Sweetie, maybe you should start working to support me?" he suggested, not a hint of shame in his

if she had the chance to leave,

to hear her

through him. Brielle eyed him seriously. "Isn't Premier

to the Dorsey family, he had sold it to buy this place, not wanting her