Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1501

Finally, she perfected her makeup, and as the clock hit the hour, she kicked off her live stream. Her fans had been waiting eagerly, the air thick with buzz about Emma's rumored marriage, which had been lighting up the trending charts. Yet, she'd kept them guessing so far. "Hey everyone, it's Emma. Feels like forever, doesn't it?" she greeted.

The chat blew up instantly, everyone clamoring to know if the whispers about her hitching up with the mysterious Mr. Zero were true.

Reading the sea of well-wishes and concerned messages, Emma felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

"No, guys, I'm not married to Mr. Zero. Honestly, I wouldn't recognize him if I bumped into him on the street," she confessed.

But the questions kept coming, mixed with a few harsh voices throwing insults, branding her a sellout.

Emma's eyes dropped, feeling the sting of their words. "I'm sorry for letting you down. I've had a lot on my mind, but here I am, back like before. To those who stick by me, thank you. To those who don't, I understand." The chat settled down, the trolls temporarily silenced.

Emma carried on chatting, just like the good old days, though it was clear everyone was curious about her "husband." She kept that topic under wraps.

stark contrast to her cheerful chatter with fans. If he hadn't seen her so lifeless in that hospital bed, he'd think everything was fine. Lighting a cigarette, Dustin watched the stream, thinking about her calling out for Mr. Lynch that night, a

at a loss about where things had gone wrong. He sent Emma a message. "Don't overdo the streaming,

glanced at her phone during the live stream but stayed unfazed, continuing her chat as if the

breath before sending another message. "Did I do

message. She had set up a streaming space on the ground floor, away from where her child slept upstairs. The villa was spacious enough that any crying

came in with some fruit. "I have to admit, my knife skills aren't quite as artistic as

I'll keep working hard, and if you ever fancy some gold, I'll buy you some every week. It's a smart

there was trouble with Dustin but stood by

welled up with tears, the weight of everything pressing down on her.

past. You've forgiven my old ways, and that's all I need. We'll figure this out together."

and restless. That night,

time. "No, very

asleep hand in hand, occasionally waking to check on their child. Now, the empty house only made him feel more uneasy. Eventually, he drifted off in the