Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 858

He held up a finger in front of his lips, signaling for her to keep quiet.

Brielle didn't say a word, but her hand slipped into her sleeve, where she had hidden a folding pocketknife she found last night while rummaging through the villa. Back home, Max had given her a gun, but that wouldn't make it through airport security, so she had to settle for the pocketknife for protection.

The mute guy was just too weird; she couldn't figure out if he was friend or foe.

When the footsteps faded, he released her and pointed down another path, gesturing for her to follow. Brielle didn't speak, but her heart raced, feeling like death was just around the corner tonight.

As she moved forward, her foot accidentally snapped something with a soft "crack." In the dim light, she saw it was a stick, now broken in two. The man ahead seemed to realize he had dropped something and slowly walked back to her, kneeling to pick up the pieces of the stick.

Brielle watched his pale hand, taking a step back, as he carefully tucked the stick back inside his coat, as though it were something precious. The man walked about ten meters ahead, then paused when he heard her soft footsteps, a slight smile curving his lips.

Brielle slipped the folding pocketknife back into her sleeve and followed him. Ten minutes later, she finally emerged from the alleyway. Keiran's car was parked not too far away.

She stepped forward, intending to head for the car, but then glanced back at the mute one last time. He stood quietly in the darkness, blending with the shadows, like someone who was never meant for the light.

Brielle opened her mouth and finally said one word. "Thanks."

He didn't respond, and after she spoke, she walked away with determined strides. As she approached the car, Brielle's expression turned cold, with a hint of confusion. She opened the car door and saw Keiran sitting inside.