Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1042

"Clang."

The servant's clumsy drop jolted King back to the present from his torrid memories. Honestly, there wasn’t much worth reminiscing about—it was just him offering her the world on a silver platter, only for her to keep seeking an escape.

Her disdain for him was blatant, hitting him with words as cold and cutting as winter frost. His usual ruthless and calculated demeanor, so effortlessly displayed in front of others, crumbled to pieces in front of her icy-hearted resolve.

It wasn’t until he found a child abandoned in a dumpster that he realized his colossal mistake. When he first saw her under that tree, the spark in her eyes wasn’t for him but for the face he wore. His looks had been deemed among the most enviable by fashion magazines, outshining even the most popular Western celebrities.

Maybe, on that fateful night, her eyes did light up momentarily, but he had mistaken it for affection. It wasn’t. But this time, King got it wrong. He was always so sure of everything, except when it came to her, constantly getting it wrong.

It was indeed Brielle’s affection, but it was for Max, not him. How could she possibly have feelings for Max, even throwing herself at him? And Max—he didn’t resist, succumbing to the moment with clear-headed abandon.

King was filled with intense loathing. He couldn’t believe it. Like his mother, he had fallen for someone heartless. He thought coldly, it didn’t matter. Unlike his helpless mother, he had power, and there was still time. He could slowly make her realize who she should love.

He was willing to teach her, even if it meant through pain and hurt, engraving his affection into her very bones. Maybe one day, he would carve that heartless heart out of her fragile chest. The deeper her love for Max, the more absurd he found it.