Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1090

How could she let Dustin see the dark circles under her eyes?

Dustin chuckled, a captivating sound escaping from his elegant throat. "Beauty sleep beats any cosmetic procedure. Go home and catch some Z's."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Not wanting to show him her less flattering side, she quickly covered her face, planted a swift kiss on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark, and dashed off. Once she reached the ground floor, the cool breeze instantly cleared her head. Wait a minute, she came here to patch things up, so why did she let herself be sweet-talked into leaving again? Touching her face, she pondered. It was the kind of face currently adored in the modeling world, but did she really have dark circles? Maybe another visit to the beauty clinic wouldn't hurt. Back inside, Dustin grabbed a tissue to wipe off the lipstick mark from his cheek. Feeling a bit uneasy, he tossed the tissue aside, got up, and poured himself a drink from the cabinet, not quite sure where this sense of unrest was coming from. Finally, he took out his phone and called King, needing to discuss the matter about the female doctor.

King was in the middle of giving Isaac a bath when the phone rang. Isaac had spent the day exhausting himself at the amusement park and had fallen asleep before he could be bathed. Now that the boy was awake, it was time to get him squeaky clean. Hearing the ringtone while his hands were wet, he couldn't pick up the phone and shouted, "Brielle!"

Brielle was just outside, lost in thought while staring at the room. There were no children's toys inside, just a black panther lounging lazily-Isaac's only playmate in lieu of a childhood filled with regular toys. The room was stark and monochrome, nothing like a child's vibrant sanctuary.

Feeling a heaviness in her chest at the thought, she entered upon hearing King's call. Isaac, naked and sitting in the bathtub with bubbles atop his head, was being gently scrubbed by King, his eyes closed in obedience as he held onto the edge of the tub. "Brielle, check who's calling my phone."

Without a word, still harboring a grudge against the man but not wanting to endure another of his lectures post-bath, she picked up the phone and awkwardly held it to his ear. King, sensing her reluctance, grew frustrated. "Hit the answer button for me."

Brielle frowned, reluctantly pressing the button, only then noticing the caller was her brother. Why would her brother call this man? Ignoring King further, she left the bathroom with the phone.

King, infuriated, shouted, "Brielle, if you dare scheme to run off with him, I'm chaining your feet the moment you're done."

His anger made him scrub a bit too hard, causing suds to cling to Isaac's eyelashes. "Daddy, bubbles."

King was too busy to leave, half-heartedly rinsing his son while straining to catch any sound from outside. Brielle, ignoring the commotion from the bathroom, answered the call. "Bro?" Dustin, surprised to hear Brielle, realized King wasn't as strict with her as he pretended. "Little kite, can you ask King about the female doctor for me?"

Without delving into the details with Dustin, Brielle understood these two must have crossed paths just from that sentence and returned to the bathroom. King, relieved to see her return his earlier discomfort easing, continued bathing Isaac in sitence. Brielle, catching a glimpse of vulnerability from the back of his head, chose to ignore it and simply held the phone to his ear.

Dustin's voice came through, asking about the female doctor. King, wondering why Dustin was fixated on this, didn't indulge in gossip but didn't hide the fact that Emma had saved him either. Dustin, hoping for some recognition, found none, pondering if his memory was

affected by a concussion Deciding it wasn't worth dwelling on, he ended the call.

King had just finished rinsing Isaac off, and as Brielle attempted to help, Isaac recoifed, his eyes full of distrust, even batting her hand away. Witnessing this, King's heart squeezed, and he gently told her, "The little cicada is very wary of

bel.

people. You better go; I'll finish up here soon."