Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1410

Back at the meeting spot, Brielle dropped her backpack and noticed King hadn't shown up yet. Just as she was about to check out the fishing area, she caught sight of Samuel's hand bleeding out of the corner of her eye. "What happened?" she exclaimed, startled.

No wonder her backpack had felt so light; had Samuel been helping her carry the weight all along? She couldn't help but find the situation both amusing and endearing.

A bit sheepish, Samuel confessed he'd been pricked by a thorn on the backpack, causing his hand to bleed. It was just a small cut, nothing serious.

"Mr. Haywood, I'm fine, really. I can take care of it myself," he insisted, eager to prevent any misunderstandings with King.

Brielle gestured for him to sit and took a closer look at the thorn's mark. "We need to get this out, or it'll keep bothering you. Just hang tight for a sec." Samuel nodded; he was tough, and this pain was nothing for him.

As Brielle was tending to Samuel, King arrived with a bucket of water, setting it down with a bit of a clatter that startled Samuel into jumping up.

"I'm okay, Mr. Haywood, really! It doesn't hurt!" he blurted, quickly trying to keep his distance, much to Brielle's amusement.

Turning to King, she noticed his expression darken just as Jiang Yu arrived, her face sour but clearly ready to stir the pot.

"How was hanging out with Mr. Haywood, Samuel? Any sparks flying yet?" Jiang Yu teased with a laugh. "Mr. Haywood's a good guy, right? Didn't give you a hard time? What's with your hand? You guys were pretty cozy; did you get hurt for him?" She emphasized the last part, trying to provoke.

of Brielle getting hurt for another man. His eyes narrowed until Brielle suddenly

of

the orange, weighing it in his hand. The audience, expecting drama, was surprised by

does Mr. Dorsey seem to lose his edge around Mr. Haywood?" someone

some kind of mood magician in a past

love this! Can we get more scenes

Yu, seeing King easily appeased, flushed with irritation. Why didn't she ever get such

to resist

seem pretty skilled at handling men. Both Mr. Dorsey and

could teach me so I can fit in better around

tact was glaringly

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Yu, realizing that previous

mood darkened again, and the production crew, fearing a blow-up, quickly

pounds of oranges, and Samuel got seven points for carrying seventy pounds.

Curious, Brielle checked King's