Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1369

But Brielle, tucked away in the cozy confines of Premier Palace, wasn't paying attention to any of that. Since her return, King had her on strict bed rest, allowing her to get up only for meals downstairs.

So, she had no idea that at this very moment, King was in the kitchen, brow furrowed in concentration, chopping vegetables under the watchful eye of the chef. The chef, seeing King's disastrous attempts, couldn't help but suggest he give up. "Sir, maybe this isn't your thing."

Feeling a twinge of frustration at his culinary ineptitude, especially compared to Dustin's skills, King was determined to keep trying.

"Just show me again. Let's start with something easy."

"Okay, let's try sautéed broccoli. It's simple and doesn't need any fancy knife work. Just prep the broccoli first."

Following the chef's instructions step by step, King managed to cook the broccoli, though it ended up looking far from appetizing.

He quickly went upstairs to call Brielle and Isaac for dinner. "Dinner's ready! I've made something special you both love." Among the spread of dishes, the broccoli stood out awkwardly, but King didn't seem to mind.

Holding her plate, Brielle immediately noticed the broccoli, wondering if it was a culinary disaster. But if it was, why serve it? Her gaze flicked to King, who was watching her expectantly. "What's wrong, Little Canary? Not to your taste?"

reassuring smile, Brielle was the first

with the others and not draw attention. Yet,

moving on as if it was just

his efforts might have paid off, and eagerly started serving Brielle soup. "Little Canary, have some of this, it's good for

eat too. You've barely had a proper meal since we've been at the

exchange servings, his lips pursing. Suddenly, a piece

you can grow tall. You won't find

if it radiated a dark aura before even tasting

took

reaction, similar to how he looked at

covered his mouth, dashed to the trash can, and spit it out. "This broccoli is

Isaac gulp down two glasses of water before solemnly returning to the table. "The chef messed up.

"You know we

she bravely ate another piece of broccoli. "Right,

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