Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1115

Brielle nestled in his arms for a good half hour, and by the time she felt steady enough to open the car door, the world outside was painted in the warm hues of the setting sun.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice dripping with a sweetness that made her heart flutter.

"Where to next?"

Because of their little roadside escapade, King hadn't bothered asking the driver about their destination; it was Brielle who'd given the address.

"You'll see," she replied, figuring he'd be too pleased to object to whatever she had planned.

King followed her out of the car, but froze when he saw the school ahead. The joy on his face faded, and he stood there like a statue. The warm feeling spreading through his chest vanished, leaving his face pale and drawn.

He couldn't shake the memory of that video, the one where Brielle had begged Myles to hypnotize her into forgetting their past. She'd said he ruined her. Now, standing here, it was clear: Brielle wanted to dig up the past from their exchange program days. Would she still hate him if she remembered? Would the happiness they'd just shared evaporate like it never existed?

Suddenly, he wanted to run, to drag her back to the castle, to keep hiding. Things were good right now, weren't they? She might not remember everything, but she had initiated a kiss, something he'd never dared dream of.

Brielle noticed King wasn't following and turned back.

"King?"

He stood still, wrestling with the urge to knock her out and take her back to the castle. But then Max's voice echoed in his mind.

"Let her investigate."

King's eyes reddened. Of course, Max wanted Brielle to dig into their past. If she uncovered everything, she'd hate him, and he'd be forced to relinquish control of his body to Max. He couldn't bear that thought. Being despised by Brielle was Max's burden, not his. Max could say such things without a care in the world.

"No," King replied mentally, and Max fell silent. Max understood him better than anyone; his dilemma couldn't be resolved with just a few words. It was all tangled up with Brielle.

Seeing King remain silent, Brielle walked closer.

"What's wrong? Don't want to go in?"

Max's voice faded away, offering no more advice. King knew his conflict wasn't something that could be untangled easily; it was rooted in his feelings for Brielle.

Suddenly, King said, "Brielle, I think I'm feeling under the weather." To make his point, he clutched his stomach. "I feel nauseous."

Brielle eyed him skeptically; his rosy cheeks and the remnants of a satisfied smile didn't exactly scream illness.

King took her hand, trying to head back. "I might need some medicine; I feel like I might pass out if we stay."

Ridiculous. His acting was terrible.

Brielle didn't move, lost in thought for a few moments. Just as King was about to give up, resigned to his fate, Brielle took his hand in hers. He turned back in disbelief, meeting her worried gaze.

"Where does it hurt?"

His heart soared; Brielle was genuinely concerned about him? How could he be unwell when he'd been feeling on top of the world just moments ago? He was merely afraid that if she remembered their past, the current warmth between them would burst like a bubble. After enduring such profound despair, he couldn't bear the thought of going through it again. Their relationship, once marred by such hatred that she had chosen to end their child's life, seemed beyond repair.

Perhaps it was for the best if she didn't remember.

So, when Brielle asked where he felt unwell, he was momentarily speechless, then mumbled, "My stomach... it's upset."

Brielle watched him continue his performance silently.

"Brielle, will you come back with me, please?"

She didn't really want to indulge him, unsure of what had come over him. Yet,

eeing his trembling fingers

reaching out, she felt an inexplicable in her own heart.