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."

the stores was a

one and displayed it proudly in his room. It was clear he cherished them. King felt a warm surge

the bags down and pulled her into a

his caliber, was it really okay to

made her overthink every little

close, smiled, but Brielle gazed out the window, contemplating how to keep him

arriving at the mansion, Brielle had the bags brought inside and then asked

aback. Why would

he was being too eager, possibly making Brielle take him for

the other

confirmation, her eyes welling up as she forced a casual smile.

walked away, leaving King grasping at nothing as she

this before. Now that I can afford it, I wanted to try everything I missed out

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

and tender, unlike the ticking time bomb she seemed to be

dinner, Brielle handed the LEGO to Isaac, who instinctively thanked