Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1380

"King, if Max doesn't come back, I'll be heartbroken. And if you don't, it'll hurt just as much."

She reached out again, taking his hand firmly in hers.

"You might think you're nothing like him, but from where I'm standing, I can always spot something you both share."

Max's rebellious streak, King's solid reliability each seemed to carry a piece of the other within them.

Being with Max was a thrill, a rush from the very first glance.

And being with King? That was its own kind of joy. He was the one who picked up the pieces after the Haywood family left her shattered, warming her with his passion. But then, there was that wedge driven between them.

Frowning, she realized, yes, someone had stirred trouble, spreading rumors that the child had died.

King had even said it himself that the child was gone. But was it true?

Whose child was Isaac, really?

Her head pounded harder at the thought.

If King had truly loved her from the start, he wouldn't have fathered a child with another.

And his influence must have extended to Max, making it so easy to seduce him back in Beaconsfield. It had always puzzled her how swiftly she had succeeded. She massaged her temples, trying to focus on what mattered most.

Lying awake at night, Brielle couldn't find sleep. She stared at the ceiling until she was sure the person beside her was asleep, then whispered, "Max."

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