Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1280

"Little Canary, why'd you get me a present? Are you, uh," he stammered, swallowing hard and hesitating for what felt like forever, "into me?"

As he forced those words out, he couldn't bear to look at her anymore, feeling like he might just be dreaming.

Brielle's heart skipped a beat, her denial almost instinctive. "What do you think? How could I possibly be into you?"

The first time was in a back alley, and yeah, she was really hurting then. But she didn't push him away, because this was Max, the guy she'd had a crush on since she was a teenager. No matter how he acted, she was smitten. Completely and utterly lost in him. But realizing that his affection might just be fleeting, like a shooting star, brought tears to her eyes. She always knew a few lines of poetry that, every time she read them, made her want to cry.

-What could I possibly give you to keep you? I offer you the empty streets, the despairing sunsets, the moon over the desolate suburbs.

I offer you the sorrow of a man gazing longingly at the moon, alone.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart.

you with confusion, danger,

come back, those lines haunted her. Back in school, people couldn't understand why she found them so moving. She envied those who questioned such feelings.

she crossed paths with King, she felt imprisoned, controlled. What woman could possibly cherish being treated this way? Admitting her feelings

her side, trembled uncontrollably. "I

in his hands, simply hummed in response, then asked, "It's getting

at his words, her voice seemingly lost. Her lips quivered, unable to form words, and she turned away in silence, shutting down her computer without waiting for him and heading upstairs alone. King remained seated, watching her leave with

Brielle's heart was still racing. She wished she could pound on her chest to slow its frantic beating. Hearing footsteps outside, she quickly slipped under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

her eyes, pretending not to hear. King, seeing her unresponsive, silently stood for a moment before handing

laid out in front of him. "Little Cicada, drink up," he said,

glasses of milk, and understood the

and licking his lips, he asked, "Daddy sleep?" Meaning, should

master bedroom. She's

good night's

with Brielle. Calling her by her name felt too informal now. And if she found