Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1304

Hearing that, Brielle's lips curved into a smile. By now, King had already stepped into the hallway, listening to the doctor go over some precautions. Surrounded by a few nurses, Brielle found herself the center of their praises for King. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, especially when one nurse remarked, "I can't shake the feeling I've seen you before. Your face seems so familiar."

It was because Brielle had once been the talk of the town, her face splashed across newsfeeds for a while. Anyone who kept up with the news would remember her.

Wanting to avoid drawing more attention, Brielle got up. "Thank you, but I should be heading back now."

Just then, King returned, startled to find her standing. "Brielle, sit back down!"

She froze for a moment, but in the next second, King was by her side, turning his back to her. "I'll carry you back."

Despite her usually thick skin, even Brielle found herself blushing at such a fuss.

The nurses, trying to stifle their giggles, quickly excused themselves.

Brielle shot King a playful look of annoyance. "It's my hand that's hurt, not my legs. Get up."

King frowned but then scooped her up in his arms. "Then I'll carry you back. You should move as little as possible."

King was genuinely worried, cradling her close without a care for the onlookers, and marched down with her in his arms. Snuggled in his embrace, Brielle closed her eyes, feeling a profound sense of security.

Once in the car, King held her tightly, too worried to think of anything else.

Brielle remained silent until the car stopped in the driveway of their mansion, neither of them making a move to get out.

After a while, King finally moved his stiff hand. "Truth is, I don't really have friends in Beaconsfield. Saying I was going out for a drink was just a fib." Brielle, not much older than twenty herself, was at a loss on how to hold onto someone, just like King had once been.

But this reminder made her recall how childish they had been acting back at the villa.

Feeling reassured, she silently leaned her head against his shoulder.

King looked down at her, a pang of something tugging at his heart.

He had been so focused on what he could get from this version of Brielle, he hadn't considered that maybe she was in need of something too.

Stuck in his ways, he was at a loss as to what she might want, and Brielle wasn't the type to voice her needs directly. Both stubborn, they'd hit the wall hard before realizing it was time to change their approach. Nestled in his arms, Brielle was on the verge of sleep.

She knew she had her faults, today's incident wasn't solely on him.

Yet, seeing him so eager to apologize, a part of her felt uneasy.

He gently placed her on the bed in their master bedroom.

Taking her hand, he stared at the

bandaged wound, seeing nothing et

but still looking for several minutes. Stent belongs to

"Brielle, get some sleep," he urged.

Now, lying in bed together, King instinctively held her close, mindful of her injury.

Brielle, unconcerned about her hurt, snuggled closer and drifted off.

King, though, stayed awake long into the night.

He might be thick-skinned, but he wasn't a fool.

Something was off with Brielle;

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had once said, "Aren't we all the same person?" But the Brielle he knew didn't seem to think that way.

Now, she seemed convinced they were the same person.

King Brielle

bad

bet

whyered, if the young

ever felt a spark for Max,

fadn't she question seeing his

again in that alley?

"Are you really Max?"

"Do you have a twin brother?"

She had never asked such questions; she just disliked him, yet still called him Max.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and had her call him King.

And she did, obediently, from then on.

Looking at her peaceful face now, King couldn't help but brush her hair behind her ear.

If she truly despised him, she wouldn't be sleeping so soundly by his side, would she?

Why had such a simple realization taken him so long?

King smiled, carefully drawing her closer.

He didn't ask for much, just a small place in her heart was enough for him not to desire anything more.

Now, it seemed he had achieved that, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness.

But what did Brielle want?

That was something he struggled to understand.

What could possibly be the heart's desire of Brielle, not yet twenty?