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."

that Dorsey International had indeed been acquired by a company named Dream Tech Designs. Unaware that

ve

Spencer, she knew all too well the weight of familial interests, especially within the Dorsey @lan,

deepened, feeling unexpectedly closer to him. King, missing her emotional shifts, rested his

feigned annoyance, pushing himmet

him to lean

no source of income.

skimp on you; I

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

the chance to

lowered, only to hear her

through him. Brielle eyed him seriously. "Isn't Premier Palace still unfurnished? Did you sell

place, not wanting her to feel burdened. "Yeah, I didn't want you feeling