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.

However, he gave Brielle a paper talisman, carefully colored in yellow with a marker. Since he hadn’t really given gifts before, Isaac was somewhat awkward. “Brielle, take this, for safety.”

Brielle, looking at the tiny talisman, no bigger than a fingertip in her palm, was almost overwhelmed by its cuteness. She wanted to hug Isaac tightly and kiss him but worried he might not like it, so she settled for a gentle embrace.

“Don’t worry, your dad and I will be back soon. This trip won’t take long. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask the others.”

Before, Isaac never really had a concept of “mommy,” always equating Noir with motherhood, and therefore, Noir equaled mommy. But since realizing Brielle was his mommy, his perspective changed significantly.

Like now, being gently cradled and soothed in her arms, he almost felt like crying, his eyes welling up with tears that refused to fall, making him look pitiful. He pursed his lips, nodding slightly.

“Smack.” Suddenly, a warm touch landed on his cheek. Brielle couldn’t resist giving him a kiss.

“You’re such a good, obedient boy. I’ll bring back gifts from Saudi Arabia, and I’ll teach you how to fold paper airplanes.”

Isaac stood there, blushing furiously, as if struck by lightning, then suddenly turned and ran away with short, quick steps. Seeing his flushed face, as if he was about to explode, Brielle wondered if perhaps her saliva was toxic.