Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Why Max? What's so great about him?

A fool who doesn't even know how to hold on to the person he likes. How is he better than me?

King just couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Give it up. I won't let him live."

"So, you started that wildfire, didn't you? You killed him?"

Brielle's composure finally cracked, but she remembered they were at a party, so she just stared daggers at the man.

King took a sip of his red wine, his voice dripping with ice.

"As long as I'm alive, he has to die."

Brielle took a deep breath. After that wildfire, King seemed even darker than before.

Yeah, darker.

His gaze was complicated, filled with both love and hate.

But Brielle couldn't recall any interaction she'd had with him.

So, where did his love and hate come from?

She lifted her hand, about to remove his mask.

People around them, who had been watching, gasped.

Those who knew the mask knew that King despised anyone touching it.

Touch that mask and you're as good as dead.

Yet, Brielle's fingertips brushed it lightly.

But then he spoke, "Have you considered that you might not be able to handle the truth if you lift it?"

He didn't seem to stop her.

No resistance, no refusal, the darkness in his eyes gathering like a storm.

But that storm wasn't aimed at Brielle, yet she still felt a deep sense of dread.

Her fingertips pulled back, and she took a deep breath, not wanting to make a scene, especially under the Lynch family name.

She didn't want to wait for her

brother any longer, nor did she want to be in the same space as this man. She beaded straight for the door.

If she ever got the chance, she'd make King pay! Until then, she had to keep her cool.

The Lynch family's car was still waiting for her outside. She called Dustin to say she wanted to leave early. Dustin agreed, saying he'd be right back after calming down their grandmother. en FindNovel

Brielle smiled, then felt a tinge of bitterness.

Her good mood was completely ruined by Alivia and King.

As she sat in the car, her mind couldn't stop racing.

If what she saw of King inside Premier Palace wasn't an illusion, then the King she saw at the bedroom door wasn't either.

One moment he was downstairs in the living room, and the next, when she panicked and tried to enter the bedroom, he appeared there too.

Her mind was a mess, and she rubbed her temples.

Looking up, she saw a kid sitting on a bench at the side of the street.

Her eyes widened, staring in disbelief.

"Stop the car."

The car halted, and she got out, instantly spotting the person sitting on the bench.

No adults were around him, just quietly sitting there, the streetlight casting a beautiful glow on his hair.

It was at this moment she

eeve

confirmed, it wasn't a trick of the eye

at the mall yesterday. There really was a kid who looked a lot lik

Max.

Her heart raced as if he was a wisp of smoke that would drift away the moment she spoke.

She approached gently, not daring to speak, just staring intensely.

The child was so well-behaved, sitting there, his gaze steady.

Such a beautiful child, how could his parents let him out alone?

"Hey there, we meet again."

Isaac heard the voice and slowly looked up.

In that moment of eye contact, Brielle's heart raced even more, her lips parted, words failing her.

She felt like she was seeing Max as a child.