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 you

voice, Isaac quickly

scooped

what's making you so

turned his head away, clearly

the kitchen and spotting Brielle. He

"Brielle."

called out, striding towards

be cooking with

chopping, but he had already taken the knife

sit

help but laugh. Last time King attempted to cook, the broccoli ended up in

doorway,

was goin

to cook, was already

a slice

swer.

the fridge to

"King, really, I'm fine."

still, you

argue with him and feeling a bit touched, Brielle gave

the kitchen, also

his action, narrowed

you

from the fridge as if that

a glass and handed it to

"Cold milk in the morning

quickly stood up, "I'll

of the

a bit uneasy since he suspected what Max might have told Brielle the

nervous, and Brielle acting as if everything was normal only added to

Noir, and King took the moment to apologize to

sorry for

mentioned it's

your

avoid