Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1501

Finally, she perfected her makeup, and as the clock hit the hour, she kicked off her live stream. Her fans had been waiting eagerly, the air thick with buzz about Emma's rumored marriage, which had been lighting up the trending charts. Yet, she'd kept them guessing so far.

"Hey everyone, it's Emma. Feels like forever, doesn't it?" she greeted.

The chat blew up instantly, everyone clamoring to know if the whispers about her hitching up with the mysterious Mr. Zero were true.

Reading the sea of well-wishes and concerned messages, Emma felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

"No, guys, I'm not married to Mr. Zero. Honestly, I wouldn't recognize him if I bumped into him on the street," she confessed.

But the questions kept coming, mixed with a few harsh voices throwing insults, branding her a sellout.

Emma's eyes dropped, feeling the sting of their words. "I'm sorry for letting you down. I've had a lot on my mind, but here I am, back like before. To those who stick by me, thank you. To those who don't, I understand."

The chat settled down, the trolls temporarily silenced.

Emma carried on chatting, just like the good old days, though it was clear everyone was curious about her "husband." She kept that topic under wraps.

Meanwhile, across the street, Dustin was glued to her stream. His face was a mask, a stark contrast to her cheerful chatter with fans. If he hadn't seen her so lifeless in that hospital bed, he'd think everything was fine.

Lighting a cigarette, Dustin watched the stream, thinking about her calling out for Mr. Lynch that night, a heaviness in his chest.

As his cigarette burned to the end, he was still at a loss about where things had gone wrong. He sent Emma a message. "Don't overdo the streaming, Emma. Remember to rest."

Emma glanced at her phone during the live stream but stayed unfazed, continuing her chat as if the message was from a stranger.

Dustin felt frustration bubbling up, taking a deep breath before sending another message. "Did I do something wrong?"

Emma simply set her phone aside, ignoring his message. She had set up a streaming space on the ground floor, away from where her child slept upstairs. The villa was spacious enough that any crying wouldn't disturb her.