Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1346

He was holding a glass of water when, out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly from behind, like he might vanish into thin air any second.

"Your voice is gone from all that shouting. Aren't you tired?" Irene pressed her head against his back, still finding it hard to believe.

The most beautiful thing she ever destroyed had reappeared right in front of her. He must have gone through so much; his appearance had changed, and she dared not think about what his life had been like all these years. All she wanted now was to keep him close and never let go, to take him back to North America with her.

Bryan sat down, propping his cheek with one hand, and gazed at her. She was stunning in a bold, sharp way.

"I heard him call you Irene. Is that your name?"

Before this, they hadn't even asked each other's names. They just went with the flow, lost in the moment.

Irene nodded, unable to speak, her throat completely hoarse.

"I'm Bryan, nice to meet you." He extended his hand, smiling lazily.

Irene, looking at his hand, reached out with trembling fingers, grabbing it tightly as tears streamed down her face. She never imagined Bryan would say such words to her.

But this was good. This was okay.

She suddenly understood what Kenzo had meant by letting things stay beautiful, without resentment. If possible, she wished to sleep forever now, right beside him, finding a plot of land to be their shared grave, never to wake up again.

For her, this moment was the pinnacle of beauty. After ten years of searching for this "grave," she had finally found it. Let her be buried beside him, no matter how.

Bryan, looking at the crying woman before him, felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. Tears seemed out of place on her; she should be living freely, passionately. She shouldn't belong to any man or any place. She was free, in body and soul.

He tried to wipe her tears, but they were too many, never ceasing. Because her voice was gone, her crying was silent, and to Bryan, those tears were like knives to his heart. He leaned in to kiss her, only to be passionately pressed down on the couch. Bryan, somewhat helpless, said, "Let's not, doesn't it hurt? You must be swollen." But the rest of his words were drowned out by their kisses.

Brielle and King were staying downstairs, in a hotel provided by the government. The entire building was off-limits to outsiders, as King was considered a walking gold mine, deserving of VIP treatment.

King had thought Brielle would stay in the same room as him, but she chose a different one and locked the door, claiming she needed to rest well. Standing outside her door, King felt guilty. Had the tunnels frightened her?

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"King, you have other things to take care of. There are still many people in the tunnels, and keep an eye on the progress. Also, Ricardo, I got separated from him in the tunnels, don't know where he went. Find his sister's body and your mother's

remains. Once everything settles, we can go back," she had said.

King nodded slightly from outside her door. Joseph had called him, informing that Ricardo was found safe and sound. The government was now aiding those trapped in the tunnels, but the scene was grim, suggesting a bleak outcome for many.

Joseph's team had found the bodies

hidden by the professor and had preserved Simone's remains

perfectly now being transported

back to Beaconsfield for burialne

Ricardo's sister was among them, looking to find a peaceful resting

place in Beaconsfield for her as well.

Ricardo went back with them; he couldn't bear any more mishaps with his sister's body. Thanks to the professor's preservation efforts, they could still see her face through the casket's window. Ricardo felt a bitter sweetness, a sense of closure.

The government had taken over the tunnel operations, and with King's billion-dollar donation, plans for a hospital were underway. The local government issued several newspapers thanking King for his generosity. But King was focused on getting things in order, eventually finding himself at Brielle's door.

Brielle had stayed inside for the past few days, refusing to come out, even having her meals left at the door. After two restless nights, King couldn't bear it any longer. At dusk, he leaped from his own balcony to hers. The jump was risky, but King was agile. Landing on Brielle's balcony, he caught a glimpse of her sitting on the couch.

"Brielle!" he shouted, tapping on the balcony door.