Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1361

In the expansive, quiet hall of Premier Palace, it was just the two of them. Outside, Isaac was jogging with Noir, following Brielle's strict orders to get Noir back to his original weight.

Wesley had already left with the staff to gather ingredients for dinner, so the mansion was serene, punctuated only by Noir's occasional barks drifting in with the sunlight.

King's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was his Aunt Orla calling.

"The treatment worked. I'll be there in three days."

King's heart sank. He replied hoarsely, "Okay."

After hanging up, he gazed deeply at Brielle, as if trying to memorize her face. He wasn't ready to let her go.

Lately, Irene had been living wildly, sticking to Bryan like glue, never leaving his side. Jaired couldn't stand the sight of them anymore. He reached out to some old friends for a drink, preferring to be out of sight, out of mind. Irene, once a fierce and independent woman, had changed entirely.

"Bryan, could you grab that for me? I'm too weak."

"Oh, look at this cute teddy bear."

"I don't smoke or drink. Never touched the stuff."

Jaired couldn't understand why she felt the need to pretend. Couldn't she just be herself? But seeing her happy, he bit his tongue.

Bryan was ever the attentive one, fulfilling her every wish, his heart brimming with love for her. Yet, in the dead of night, in their most intimate moments, she would cry out, "001."

She was clearly haunted by insecurities, fearing she would wake up to find him gone like a puff of smoke. Maybe it wasn't him she feared losing, but the man who resembled 001.

Irene was indeed troubled, feeling like she was living in a dream that could end at any moment. So, she wanted to live it up before the dream faded. He indulged her as always, never denying her whims.

But one morning, she found a photo

of a girl in his wallet, and her heart sank. The girl was the epitome of innocence, a stark contrast to Irene's weathered self. She knew 001 bad seen much in life, and they had never talked of love. Maybe his

loyalty was all he could offer, not his

heart.

Who was the girl in the picture? Someone he'd loved over the years? Upon seeing the photo, Irene realized she was nothing like that girl. A ruthless woman, willing to dress in white for his affection.

That night, enveloped in darkness with no stars to light the sky, they were entwined for hours until Irene fell asleep in Bryan's arms. Bryan, however, got up, took a shower and

stood on the balcony to smoke"

The city lights flickered below, a stark contrast to his turmoil. As he flicked the ash from his cigarette, her cries of "001" echoed in his

mind. He'd taken on dangerous net

missions for years, thinking he could finally stop. But he didn't want to

stop here, as someone's shadow.

He loved her, feeling peace beside her like never before. If she could love him, he was willing to stay, to be at her beck and call. After snuffing out his cigarette, he headed downstairs.

Jaired was still up, watching TV, and looked up as Bryan descended. Noticing Bryan was alone, Jaired remarked, "Surprising, she's not glued to you tonight."

Lately, Irene had been so clingy, she'd even wait outside the bathroom for him. Now, seeing Bryan alone was almost a shock.