Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1382

"My injuries are almost healed, no need to worry."

Brielle's lips curled into a soft smile as she decided to take it easy, just like Max had suggested.

"Little Cricket, have you washed your face?"

Isaac had already washed up, like he did every morning before coming downstairs. But hearing her question, his mouth moved faster than his brain. "No."

Brielle quickly set aside the vegetables she was chopping, grabbed a paper towel to wipe her hands, and walked over to take his hand.

"Alright then, let's go wash your face."

There was a washbasin on the first floor, and she took a clean cloth, motioning for him to bow his head.

Isaac's cheeks turned crimson instantly, his ears burning.

Brielle poured some water on his cheeks and gently rubbed them. A child's skin is delicate, no need for any fancy face washes, just water will do. After washing, she patted his face dry with the cloth.

Isaac's ears turned an even brighter shade of red, too shy to look at her.

Brielle leaned in, "Why's your face so red?"

Isaac stuttered even more.

"Just... hot."

Brielle chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Alright, off you go."

She turned to rinse the cloth under the tap, wringing it out before setting it aside.

Isaac stood there, watching her back, feeling warmth bloom in his chest.

He slowly walked away, a smile forming on his lips.

At that moment, King was coming down the stairs. Mostly unemployed now except for the occasional online meeting, he spent most of his time at Premier Palace. Isaac usually wore a blank expression, but today, he visibly looked happier.

Cricket, what's got

King's voice, Isaac quickly tried

scooped

share what's

his head away, clearly not planning

lightly, glancing towards the kitchen and spotting Brielle. He quickly set

"Brielle."

striding

with your injury not

was still chopping, but he had already taken the knife

sit down;

this, Brielle couldn't help but laugh. Last time King attempted to

the doorway, Isaac, hearing

was goin

to cook, was already

a slice

swer.

the fridge

"King, really, I'm fine."

still, you need to

and feeling a bit

Isaac, seeing both of them leave the kitchen, also abandoned the idea of getting

his action, narrowed

you about to do just

grabbed some milk from the

and handed

intervened, "Cold milk in the morning

stood up,

so, the matter of the bread was subtly

feeling a bit uneasy since he

acting as if everything

Isaac went to play with Noir, and King took the moment to apologize

sorry for keeping

mentioned it's

your

avoid