Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

In this world, two people have left the deepest marks on King.

One is his mother, Simone, who shaped his understanding of the world and always reminded him to keep going, no matter what. The other is Brielle, who softened his once hard edges and taught him what it really means to respect someone.

Now, he's doing his best to heal Brielle, to offer her a greater sense of security, never imagining the scoundrel who once hurt his mother lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.

Brielle returned to Premier Palace a couple of hours later, with Ricardo trailing behind. Ricardo, casually flicking a switchblade between his fingers, mentioned that the professor had been in touch and had even suggested taking Ms. Brielle to an orphanage today. He'd planned to follow through but had a change of heart midway. Going through with it would've meant there was no turning back.

Brielle had finally given him another option.

Avoiding Brielle's gaze, Ricardo walked in silence. Brielle, for her part, didn't say a word the entire way. When they entered Premier Palace, she quietly made her way to King's side, intertwining her fingers with his.

King got up, gripped her hand firmly, and led her outside. In Brielle's memory, Max's mother was Martha. Wasn't Martha supposed to be dead? Wasn't she in a convalescent home abroad?

But the information she was faced with now was overwhelmingly contradictory. Thinking too hard about it only gave her a headache, so she chose silence, staying by King's side. Sensing his bad mood, she silently held his hand, their fingers intertwined.

They walked to a cemetery in Beaconsfield, a place known for its expensive plots. By the time King arrived, someone was already waiting at the most costly grave, looking to him for directions.

the sting in his eyes.

lifted, King remembered how he had secretly arranged this plot when he was

even Max had been

coffin opened, it was clear-it

biting his tongue. Ricardo, seeing this, raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of disgust. His sister's body had been taken right after the burial, something he hadn't known until now. The last photo the professor sent

of Saudi had later found out, perhaps all that was taken was a skeleton. What would one do

trembled

the men to

to go to Saudi; you stay here at

she hastily grabbed him. "I'm coming

for him. It was so evident, her emotions so raw during this period, that she could barely hide them,

who was intimidated, because his care for her made even her slightest glance stir panic

to leave them be. He then took off his jacket, spreading it on the grassy ground before kneeling

seeing this, quickly

a word, she didn't ask. She knew the person buried here

loved her, he wouldn't lie