Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1387

King hadn't caught the whisper that escaped Isaac's lips, mistaking Brielle's frozen stance for a simple case of pins and needles. He was all set to relieve her of Isaac's weight when she instinctively pulled back, her hands trembling with excitement. "Did you hear that just now?"

"Hear what?" King, puzzled, drew her into an embrace. "Holding the little guy must be tiring you out. Let me take him. You've been on your feet all night."

"King, Isaac just called me 'mommy'," Brielle's voice was a mix of shock and awe. "He really did, I heard him."

A flicker of surprise crossed King's face, followed quickly by understanding. "He's known you're his mommy for a while now. Caught bits of my conversations with Joseph," King reassured her.

Brielle was even more taken aback. Why hadn't she been informed?

Realizing he had indeed forgotten to share this with Brielle, King felt a twinge of guilt. "I forgot to mention it. You're not mad, are you?"

Brielle's heart was practically melting. If Isaac had known all along and never once shied away from her approach, then just as King had said, he had accepted her in his heart.

Her heart felt tender and sore with emotion, grateful she had heeded Max's advice not to rush the recognition that night, which might have scared him.

had grown more attached and accepting of

She reflected on how King had raised Isaac on his own, under the

sensing her emotional turmoil, looked down at her. "What's wrong? Noir's baby was born

little cricket," Brielle said, her voice thick with

wave of awkwardness washing over him as he averted his gaze. He had always feared how Brielle would react upon learning Isaac was alive, considering she had wanted

holding their

thanking him, King felt

to cry. Remembering the

yet the present

what could have been without their misunderstandings. But as

himself not to

too greedy.

to Brielle but ended up just embracing her and Isaac tighter. Brielle, standing on

back in

kiss Isaac goodnight, but King, seemingly impatient, scooped her into his arms. With a playful scold, Brielle