Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1308

King wrapped up later than usual this time, and during the interim, Wesley had dropped by to invite them out for dinner.

King, pressing his hand over Brielle's mouth, his brows creased in silent struggle, warned in a hoarse tone to the figure outside, "We're resting tonight, no dinner for us."

To put it accurately, they were already indulging in their own way.

Hearing that, Wesley's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly made his way downstairs, only to be greeted by a familiar little face that mirrored his boss's. His heart nearly melted on the spot.

"Young master, do you fancy this dish? Eat up, it'll help you grow tall."

Since Isaac wasn't quite the social butterfly, Wesley, upon realizing this, had dismissed most of the staff from the Premier Palace.

Isaac, now quietly slicing through his meal with a knife and fork, glanced upstairs to see no one coming down and continued to eat in silence.

Wesley was more excited than if he were holding his own grandson. Where did the boss find such a child, bearing such a striking resemblance to him? It gave him an immense sense of fulfillment, almost as if he was taking care of a young version of his boss.

After finishing his meal, Isaac went on to feed Noir.

The scenery within the Premier Palace was even more beautiful than the newly acquired manor, not yet as perfected as this place. Noir seemed to enjoy playing around here immensely.

And it appeared particularly fond of the lanterns hanging in the yard, which Isaac recognized as the kind Australians hang during New Year celebrations, though they hadn't been taken down yet. Even the festive banners on the door were a tradition among Australians for the New Year.

Having never visited Australia before, but knowing a bit about it from his dad, Isaac found his experience here quite different.

He couldn't help but walk over to Noir, toying with its ears, prompting Noir to stand on its hind legs, reaching for the lanterns.

Wesley, following quietly behind the boy and his leopard, explained, "Ms. Brielle was the one who hung those up. I thought they looked pretty, adding a bit of festivity to the place, so I never took them down. They're kept clean, and if you like, young master, I can hang up a few more."

Hung by Brielle?

A flicker of surprise crossed Isaac's eyes as he remembered the man he had met once, who looked so much like his dad but with a somewhat different demeanor. His lips pressed together in thought. If that man wasn't his dad, he found it hard to dislike him, yet calling him dad didn't quite sit right either.

What a contradiction.

They roamed around until late before Noir seemed satisfied enough to head back.

Noir still shared the room with Isaac, but Isaac found himself restless, tossing and turning. He kept replaying his dad's actions in his mind, wondering if he was planning to propose to Brielle.