Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1295

Brielle sat there in silence, leaving King completely in the dark about what she was thinking.

"Brielle."

King finally asked the question that had been eating away at him.

"Are you interested in buying Premier Palace because of me, or because of Max?"

Confusion flickered in Brielle's eyes as she glanced at him.

"King, does it really matter? Aren't you and Max the same person?"

King was visibly shaken, staring at her in shock. Brielle's confusion seemed genuine; she even reached out and touched his forehead, as if checking for a fever. "Why are you asking such a question?"

She had her own secrets, a side of herself she was too scared to show Max. She understood the need to hide parts of oneself. Max had shown his hidden side, while she still struggled with being completely honest. Her fingers continued tapping away on the keyboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. Would Max turn away if he knew her other side? She couldn't risk it.

Max as separate, always wanting Max back and wishing King away. But now, she firmly believed they were the same person.

her. When Brielle got engrossed in her work, he stood

found himself standing alone in the empty hallway, her words echoing in

Max the same

he and Max were the same, did that mean her love for Max was also love for him? King lit

hates the

hit King hard, his heart aching as he struggled to calm down. Nicotine was

after that. King

questions,

so

he could

deal with threats and find physical pleasure, but these intricate emotions were new

scent from his fingers in the restroom and checked for any lingering

when a

perfume lingering in the air. Her high heels wobbled, and she

woman, here for negotiations, looked up at King,