Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1005

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.