Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1439

Mason quickly brushed the snowflakes off Tiffanie's cheeks with a gentle hand.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his concern evident. Even though his own face was layered with snow, his first thought was still about her. Tiffanie smiled and returned the gesture, gently wiping snow from his face. Once they both stood up, Mason dusted off her coat.

"Be careful out here," he advised.

"I know," Tiffanie replied with a grin, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

They stood outside, waiting eagerly for the Northern Lights, but all they heard from the locals was bad news-the Lights wouldn't be showing up that day, and the weather wasn't looking promising for the next few days either. Feeling a bit let down, Tiffanie sighed, and Mason wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "We'll stay until we see the Northern Lights, then we can head back," he assured her.

"Alright," she agreed.

Their wait stretched into a week. Iceland's perpetual snow and limited meat options weren't easy to adjust to, and both found themselves losing weight. Tiffanie, especially, was worried about Mason.

"If we don't see them today, let's go home. You've lost weight, and I've already booked our flights for tomorrow," she said, concern lining her voice.

Mason was taken aback, insisting she cancel the tickets, but Tiffanie's eyes were already misty. "Now I understand how you felt when I wouldn't eat," she confessed, her words hitting them both deeply. Mason sighed heavily. "Cancel the tickets. I promised we wouldn't leave until we saw them."

As they held hands and walked outside, Tiffanie suddenly let out a delighted scream.

Look!" she exclaimed,

emeralds in the sky, a breathtaking sight that seemed

for what felt like an eternity. Tiffanie, overcome with joy, ran around before darting back to

Lights! Did you see

he replied,

a week, Mason and I finally saw the Northern Lights.

a meeting, responded promptly.

noticed the dried flower again-the one Mason had given her, the one he'd painstakingly dried himself,

last time, but I found it again. Can we

voice was tentative, unsure if he was pushing too fast, but the Northern Lights were said to bring happiness, and lovers who saw them were meant to be

unsure, Mason began to pull back, ready to accept her decision. But she took the flower, tears

she finally said

and joy lit up Mason's eyes, his voice thick with emotion. "From

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Tiffanie," he said again.

"Yeah?"

love you. I know you might not always like hearing it, but I need

flower, tears spilling

her into a