Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1061

Brielle felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, so intense that her whole body heated up. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

To Myles, she looked like a fragile, beautiful, and blissfully unaware little creature. She seemed so delicate, her cheeks flushed as she hugged her arms to her body, occasionally glancing towards the living room door, as if she feared someone might suddenly walk in. Myles couldn't help but think about how stunningly innocent and untainted she appeared, despite the signs of distress she bore. Her eyes were always clear, a purity that was mesmerizing. He thought, no wonder Mr. King was so fond of her.

"Mr. King, could you please help me? I want to call the police."

The plea from such a delicate beauty was a lure no man could resist.

How old was Brielle at the time? Before she left for her exchange program abroad, she had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She had always been the youngest in her class due to skipping grades, embodying the epitome of youth and charm at seventeen or eighteen-full of life, with an indelible spark of youthfulness. And she was beautiful without even realizing it, utterly oblivious to how her gaze and her vulnerable demeanor were so captivating.

"I want to call the police. I know he has a lot of power, but at the end of the day, he's an Australian, and the laws here won't be too lenient on him. Or, could you please help me send a letter to my professor? My major's professor is highly esteemed internationally; if he could stand up for me..."

As she spoke, her eyes nervously darted towards the living room door. For a moment, Myles couldn't bring himself to look at her, feeling even her presence irresistibly alluring. No wonder King was so taken with her. "Ms. Brielle, don't be nervous."

Myles raised his hand, intending to offer comfort, but then, remembering the hidden cameras in the living room, he quickly withdrew, feigning calm.

"You just need to say a few kind words, and Mr. King will let you attend your classes. Don't make this harder on yourself."

Myles took the opportunity to drop such a hint to Brielle.

When King returned that night, he no longer encountered the disdainful looks from before. When he demanded her attention, she didn't show much resistance.

"Little Canary, have you become obedient?"

Afterwards, she tilted her head, her eyes still brimming with a hint of grievance, "I want to attend my classes, even if it's online."

In that moment, it struck a chord in his heart. He felt as if, at that moment, even if Brielle asked for his life, he would give it without hesitation.

So obedient. So compliant. After keeping her locked away for so long, he thought it was time to give her a taste of sweetness, to show her that pleasing him was beneficial. After pressing her further, he finally nodded in agreement.

The next day, Brielle began her

online classes, appearing somewhat more spirited. She also devised a plan, dragging out the duration of her online classes as long as possible, even enrolling in courses outside her major. She figured this man wouldn't dare to act out in front of the camera with so many people watching, giving her a chance to breathe.

But she had miscalculated. After two weeks, the man caught on to her scheme. While she was still engaged with her webcam for a class, he gestured for her to come over from just outside the camera's view. Pretending not to notice his arrival, she sat up straight, earnestly listening to her professor.

But in the next moment, the fabric below her waist vanished, and he somehow produced a sharp dagger. The cold metal sent shivers down her spine. Those on the other end of the camera couldn't see what was happening below her waist. Brielle, frantic and red-eyed, hurriedly turned off the video. Closing her laptop, she turned towards him with a mix of anger and frustration.

He was smirking, toying with the dagger in his hand, and gave her a teasing smile, "Good student, you've been studying so hard. Aren't you tired? Come here, and I'll help you relax."

Shameless. Contending with

someone so devoid of shame only

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left her feeling powerless. Her cheeks flushed with anger, her fingertips trembling. He always had a way of infuriating her effortlessly. And he could just take advantage of the situation to draw near, embrace her, and kiss her. Before moving on to the next step.