Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1361

In the expansive, quiet hall of Premier Palace, it was just the two of them. Outside, Isaac was jogging with Noir, following Brielle's strict orders to get Noir back to his original weight.

Wesley had already left with the staff to gather ingredients for dinner, so the mansion was serene, punctuated only by Noir's occasional barks drifting in with the sunlight.

King's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was his Aunt Orla calling.

"The treatment worked. I'll be there in three days."

King's heart sank. He replied hoarsely, "Okay."

After hanging up, he gazed deeply at Brielle, as if trying to memorize her face. He wasn't ready to let her go.

Lately, Irene had been living wildly, sticking to Bryan like glue, never leaving his side. Jaired couldn't stand the sight of them anymore. He reached out to some old friends for a drink, preferring to be out of sight, out of mind. Irene, once a fierce and independent woman, had changed entirely.

could you grab that for me? I'm too

this cute

don't smoke or drink. Never touched

Couldn't she just

brimming with love for her. Yet, in the dead of night, in their most intimate moments, she would cry

like a puff of smoke. Maybe it wasn't him she feared losing, but the

in a dream that could end at any moment. So, she wanted to live it

she found a

was the epitome of innocence, a stark contrast to Irene's weathered self. She knew 001 bad seen much in life, and they had never

he

heart.

the photo, Irene realized she was nothing like that girl. A ruthless woman, willing to dress in white for his

sky, they were entwined for hours until Irene fell asleep in Bryan's arms. Bryan, however, got up, took a

the balcony