Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1303

Honestly, he didn't really have any friends around here. If he did, they were more Max's crowd. He and the locals of Beaconsfield barely knew each other. Brielle stayed quiet, just wrapping herself tighter in the quilt.

King stood by the bed in silence for what felt like forever, waiting for her to say something. When she didn't, he started to change into his going-out clothes. "I'm heading out, won't be back tonight."

Still, Brielle said nothing.

Annoyed, King slipped into his suit. "Nice suit, isn't it? Fits me well. Probably going to turn some heads tonight."

The unspoken message being, if you don't stop me, someone else will catch my eye tonight.

Brielle, however, kept her eyes shut.

Knowing she wasn't asleep and seeing her so indifferent, King just smirked bitterly.

He finished dressing, pulled open the door, and left the bedroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Brielle's eyes flew open.

She sat up, finding the room empty.

Hurrying in her slippers, she opened the door to check what was happening, nearly bumping into King who was on his way back in.

King had indeed changed into a suit and seemed surprised to see her out of bed.

"What are you doing up? Weren't you sleeping?"

him head towards the phone on the counter, realizing he had come back for his

skipped a beat, and in a clumsy attempt to cover up her concern, she said, "Just

"Oh."

was nonchalant as he grabbed his phone

him. He was taking forever to put on

water was equally slow, as if the faucet dripped

though he should've been out the door within a minute. But

her eyes stayed glued on King

already frustrated, stormed out the door,

Brielle look back, but

sideways, then fell, the glass

a gash in her palm, blood flowing

hadn't gone far, heard the crash

he found Brielle slowly getting up

forgetting everything else

"Brielle!"

inside, she felt a wave

goodness, he hadn't

gently placed her on

through the medicine

heading to the

stitches.

emanating from him showed