Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1383

Isaac was completely unaware of how tightly he was holding Brielle's hand.

Brielle glanced down, her heart melting at his sweet and obedient demeanor, and scooped him up into her arms.

"It's probably Noir getting ready to have her babies. Don't worry, Isaac, everything's going to be alright."

A tear welled up in Isaac's eyes as he nodded, resting his head on her shoulder.

King, watching this tender moment from a short distance away, felt a profound sense of contentment.

He smiled, urged the vet to hurry up, and then strode forward to plant a kiss on Brielle's cheek.

The vet arrived in less than twenty minutes and, after a thorough check-up, confirmed, "She's definitely expecting. Let's get her inside for now."

Isaac's previously downcast face instantly lit up as he grabbed Brielle's hand.

"Brielle, you're amazing!"

Brielle cupped his cheeks, planting a kiss on each side.

"Yes, yes. Let's clear a room for Noir. That'll be her nursery."

Nodding eagerly, they both grabbed brooms and rushed into a sunlit room in the Premier Palace's garden, perfect for a nursery.

King deliberately didn't call for the servants' help, knowing this was a rare bonding moment for Brielle and Isaac, a chance to strengthen their relationship.

And indeed, it was.

Isaac, with his little legs, vigorously swept the floor after Brielle, buzzing with excitement at the thought of little Noirs on the way.

The spacious room, already quite clean, now looked even brighter.

Brielle led Isaac to a faucet to wash his hands. After drying them, Isaac approached Noir and called out to her gently.

The discomfort Noir had experienced was likely just a kick from her unborn baby, not yet the time for labor.

With the pain now subsided, Noir followed her young master into the room.

Isaac, who had once been so lonely in the castle with only Noir for company, now had Brielle's daily companionship, and his smiles were endless.

Every stir from Noir sent Isaac running to Brielle, asking, "Brielle, is it happening?"

Brielle would rush with him to check, but it was usually just Noir stretching her legs.

"Don't worry, Isaac. We've got cameras in here. If Noir starts having her babies, we'll know right away."

Isaac finally nodded, still clinging to her clothes.

They both eagerly awaited Noir's delivery, a whole week of anticipation.

King had been on his medication for the same duration.

Every time he reached for the medicine bottle, his fingers trembled slightly. Yet, hearing Brielle and Isaac's laughter outside always softened his gaze.

He reminded himself not to be too greedy; this happiness was more than enough.