Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

When all this is over, what next?

Brielle's palms were sweaty with nerves, and she found herself unable to look directly at him. They stood face to face, awkwardly looking away from each other-one to the left, one to the right-creating a somewhat comical scene. Silence hung between them. "I..."

Brielle's heart leaped again at the sound, her fingers curling into a tight fist out of sheer anxiety.

Spit it out already. This is killing me, honestly.

Her brows furrowed in frustration, almost wishing she could speak for him!

King hesitated for another minute before blurting out, as if throwing caution to the wind, "I'll just tell you a secret!"

After that, his face turned so dark it seemed like it could drip ink.

Why can't he just say it? Damn it. Is Max interfering again?

"Brielle, I..."

Brielle's breath hitched once more, only to hear him say, "I'm just tired, I want to rest."

eyes narrowed, a sharpness glinting in them. He took a deep breath, pulled Brielle with him, and walked

"What does that mean?"

so hard about saying he wants to be with Brielle, to marry her? Just now, he wanted to ask her if she'd marry him, but when it came to

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her hand away and turned her head towards the window, ignoring him. King's mouth twitched slightly, silently

cold voice echoed in his

had thought Max was more open-minded, but now he wouldn't allow him to propose to Brielle? Clearly, Max

uneasy about this

what if she suddenly wanted Max back? His aunt's medicine wasz almost ready, and maybe by the time he returned from Saudi Arabia, his aunt would already

to top it off, Max was getting jealous?! Well, that's just petty. He's learned to play dirty! King was quite indignant but

were planning a

of the scenery at Premier Palace. As for

with a marker. Since he hadn't

looking at the

overwhelmed its cuteness. She wanted to hug Isaac tightly and kiss