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.

that

at this cute

smoke or drink. Never touched

Couldn't she just be

for her. Yet, in the dead of night, in their most

would wake up to find him gone like a puff of smoke. Maybe it

like she was living in a dream that could end at any moment. So, she wanted to live it up before

one morning, she

innocence, a stark contrast to Irene's weathered self. She knew 001 bad seen much in life, and they had

he

heart.

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

enveloped in darkness with no stars to light the sky, they were entwined for

the balcony