Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1302

King raised an eyebrow, casting a glance at the two gossiping nearby.

Brielle had overheard their conversation too. Even though she delighted in shopping for him, their disparaging comments made her quite displeased.

The speaker was a young woman, accompanied by a middle-aged man with a noticeable belly-old enough to be her father. Yet, she affectionately called him "darling" while occasionally rolling her eyes at Brielle. The man she was with looked the part of a nouveau riche, his fingers adorned with chunky gold rings, his face shiny with excess.

Upon seeing Brielle, his eyes lit up, but then he coldly snorted upon glancing at Max. His companion followed suit with another eye roll.

"To think a man could accept such humiliation, truly a sign of the times," the woman sneered.

King, still holding his shopping bags, might have thrown anyone else provoking him straight into the ocean to feed the sharks, but somehow, he found their taunts amusing. "Brielle, they're saying I'm living off your money, huh?" he joked, a hint of mirth in his voice.

Brielle, partly annoyed yet amused, finished her transaction and grabbed his wrist.

"We've been at it all day. Tired? Let's grab something to eat."

wasn't really tired; browsing through the

who had completed the last one and displayed it proudly in his room. It was clear he cherished them. King felt a warm surge in his heart,

in the car, King placed the bags down and pulled her into

all, for a man of his caliber, was it really okay to

her overthink every

close, smiled, but Brielle gazed out the window,

mansion, Brielle had the bags brought inside and

Why

was overjoyed with her gifts, but he too pondered if he was being too eager, possibly making Brielle

fears of the other leaving, suppressing

her eyes welling up as she forced a casual smile.

King grasping at nothing as she shrugged off

I've never really shopped like this before. Now that I can afford

bags, the fleeting happiness now gone. Entering the mansion, King pondered

tender, unlike the ticking time bomb she seemed to

to Isaac, who instinctively thanked