Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1049

King’s mood soured visibly as he stood up and closed the distance between them. He grasped Brielle's chin, turning her face towards him.

Brielle had a stubborn streak that often left people at a loss.

In that moment, as King stared into her eyes, he remembered the first time he’d noticed her at Beaconsfield College, standing out even from the lecture podium.

When they met again under that old oak tree, her eyes seemed to say everything – both the spoken and the unspoken.

Whenever she fixed those piercing eyes on something, it made you want to get it for her, no questions asked.

Their eyes locked, and neither of them spoke.

Unexpectedly, King softened, dropping his hand to his side. “Put some ointment on it.”

Brielle thought she’d misheard him. When he repeated himself, she frowned, thinking about refusing. But remembering how he got that injury, she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

When the servant brought the first aid kit, she opened it and immediately grabbed the antiseptic.

The burn hadn’t been properly treated; it was red and inflamed.

With a large cotton swab, Brielle carefully applied the antiseptic, then found some cream.

As she applied the cream, she noticed him flinch slightly. Her thoughts drifted to Max's words.

If they couldn’t be together, he hoped she’d lead a safe and peaceful life.

Patrick had also mentioned that Max talked about the stock distribution of DreamTech Designs, like he was preparing a will.

But back then, nothing had happened yet. Why had Max felt his life was in danger?

Was it Michael’s medication?

But Max had been on Michael’s medication for years.

As Brielle focused on the burn, she couldn’t help but blow on it gently, causing his skin to goosebump.

The second button was undone. Brielle wanted to retreat but found herself caught by his arm around her waist.

“Actually, he sensed it before he went to Wall Street, but he wasn’t interested in delving deeper.”

“Is he dead?”

Asking this, Brielle opened her eyes, looking deep into his. The temperature around them seemed to drop.

All her previous questions were merely a buildup to this final one.

King felt the pain of the burn flare up again, spreading to his heart. He stood up, tying the robe around him, and made to leave swiftly.

Brielle also rose, this time following him. “You can do whatever you want if you answer this question for me.”

King stopped, then grabbed her wrist, pulling her into another room. This room was dimly lit, but its luxurious decor was evident.

She was thrown onto the soft bed before she could react, her jacket torn open, the remaining buttons scattering across the floor with a crisp sound.