Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1230

Brielle thought she'd managed to escape everyone's notice. She loaded her gun, her fingertips trembling slightly.

And it was quite a noticeable tremble.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took a deep breath.

There was no reason to shake. That man shouldn't have given her hope, shouldn't have taken her child.

He had to pay for what he did.

Inside the room, King had already woken up, but after five days without food or water, he was extremely weak.

He'd listened to gunfire all night, probably Joseph dealing with those trying to kill him.

What was the point?

With Brielle gone, life felt meaningless. He might as well let one of them shoot him and give someone the satisfaction of a job well done.

After all, being the king, countless people wanted him dead.

When he heard the door open, King didn’t even bother opening his eyes, just lying there indifferently.

Here we go again.

Probably Joseph coming to take him away.

These people’s tactics were anything but sophisticated. A real assassin would take him out from a hundred meters away with the best sniper rifle available.

But he knew Joseph was so capable that he probably had his own men positioned at every ideal sniping spot already.

King sighed, feeling the barrel of a gun pressed against his chest.

Why hasn’t Joseph arrived yet?

He thought to himself, slowly opening his eyes.

But the person he saw made him momentarily stunned.

Brielle, even with a gun pressed against him, showed no sign of resistance.

She frowned, thinking perhaps he was delirious from illness, so she pushed the gun deeper.

King just looked at her, even slowly sitting up in bed.

The barrel was still aimed at his heart, but not a single eyelash of his fluttered.

Was it an illusion?

Someone had undergone surgery to look like Brielle, to entice him?

He had to admit, this time their tactics were much more sophisticated, at least the person really did look like her, making him unable to muster any will to fight back.

Brielle looked at the man, his eyes clear, not the look of someone delirious.

“King?”

He had always liked her calling him that, especially in intimate moments.

Brielle's eyes reddened thinking of their child, and without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

“I said, I—”

Before she could finish, her wrist was grabbed, and the gun moved from his heart to his shoulder.

“Bang!”

Brielle, pale with fright, tried to back away but was forcefully pulled into an embrace.

As if, as if he still loved her.

King just stared at her, not at all concerned about the gun at his forehead.

He even tilted his head slightly, kissing the barrel.

“Do you want to kill me?”

Brielle’s fingertips trembled even more, her face growing paler.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Hadn’t he grown tired of her?

“If you want to kill me, then go ahead.”

The joy in his eyes was so pure, holding her hand, he slowly closed his eyes.

“Was it Myles who hypnotized you again? It’s all my fault, I should have protected you.”

Myles?

Brielle frowned, seeing a trace of happiness on his face, “But it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re alive.”

What about Myles?

King had no idea that his words had precisely hit the spot Brielle was most sensitive to at the moment.

The trigger wasn’t pulled, and King then opened his eyes, taking the gun from her hand and placing it aside.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and he knelt in front of her, spreading her palm open and started to kiss her hand, moving slowly upwards.

“Have you forgotten something?”