Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1344

Jaired's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, his scalp tingling with fury as a wave of anger surged from his feet to the top of his head.

"What the hell? In this godforsaken place, she's still hooking up with men?!"

Back in North America, fine, whatever. At least those guys were clean, handpicked from a crowd. But here? In this disease-ridden wasteland, she hadn't answered her phone all night because she was messing around with the guy from the watchtower? Stomping up the stairs, Jaired felt his vision blur with rage. He'd caught Irene in compromising positions with other men before, but never like this. Irene was clinging to the man's neck, suspended in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist, her face flushed with desire. "Irene!!" Jaired bellowed, his voice thick with disgust.

Clinging tightly to the man, Irene's body was suddenly covered with clothing, Bryan's jacket wrapping around them as he squinted at the newcomer.

Jaired froze upon seeing the man's face, a shiver running down his spine at the uncanny resemblance.

But he didn't dwell on it. This man did resemble him somewhat, but it was impossible that Irene saw the shadow of 001 in him. He knew Irene; she might be promiscuous, but she would never seek out a stand-in for 001, especially not an emotional one. Over the years, Irene had her moments of madness, only showing brief emotional turbulence with Kenzo. But Kenzo wasn't a stand-in for 001; he was Irene's mirror, reflecting the lifelessness within herself.

Now, with Kenzo's perfect exit from the stage, Irene, having ascended to the presidency of North America, found herself alone by the window with a glass of whiskey, envying Kenzo.

She wished to freeze everything at its peak, to find a beautiful resting place.

always looking for a grave but never found

had pushed it all away herself. She was

Jaired was so furious he was ready to draw a

en novelxo

not forgetting to kiss

up in her emotions, her eyes filled with affection, didn't seem like

him." She clung to

relief, letting her go to help her

was a blur. All that was clear was that Irene's dress was

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her with

just a

toned abs Adonis belt

physique, licked her lips, her voice husky from a night