Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1313

When all this is over, what next?

Brielle's palms were sweaty with nerves, and she found herself unable to look directly at him. They stood face to face, awkwardly looking away from each other—one to the left, one to the right—creating a somewhat comical scene. Silence hung between them.

"I..."

Brielle's heart leaped again at the sound, her fingers curling into a tight fist out of sheer anxiety.

Spit it out already. This is killing me, honestly.

Her brows furrowed in frustration, almost wishing she could speak for him!

King hesitated for another minute before blurting out, as if throwing caution to the wind, "I'll just tell you a secret!"

After that, his face turned so dark it seemed like it could drip ink.

Why can't he just say it? Damn it. Is Max interfering again?

"Brielle, I..."

Brielle's breath hitched once more, only to hear him say, "I'm just tired, I want to rest."

After saying that, King's eyes narrowed, a sharpness glinting in them. He took a deep breath, pulled Brielle with him, and walked down the hill to the car. Leaning back, he queried Max in his mind.

"What does that mean?"

It had been odd a few times before when he wanted to talk about the wedding but couldn't. What’s so hard about saying he wants to be with Brielle, to marry her? Just now, he wanted to ask her if she'd marry him, but when it came to the crunch, everything changed.

He thought it was his issue at first, but after several attempts, it was clear Max was playing tricks.

"Max, you better explain yourself—what do you mean?"

No response in his mind.