Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Jaired froze, his eyes locking onto a massive QR code for payments by the entrance. He had no clue when it had been put there. The thought of chipping in without having had a bite to eat made him feel slightly cheated. He swallowed his frustration, sat back down, and

piled more food onto his plate.

The others started eating quietly as well.

Dustin served Brielle a piece of BBQ ribs. "Hey, Little Canary, just pretend you didn't see it, okay? Eat up."

King also offered Brielle a piece. "Dustin's right-what you don't see can't hurt you."

Brielle's gaze drifted towards Irene. Irene seemed like a different person, her face glowing with happiness, yet there was a hint of tears beneath that joy. Maybe only a woman could pick up on such subtle emotions.

It had taken them over a decade to get here, missing out on so many years, just to share a meal at the same table. They were unlucky in some ways but lucky in others.

Before leaving, Brielle thought for a moment and then scanned the QR code, transferring five million. The others reluctantly followed suit, but their congratulations were genuine.

Irene's wedding was incredibly simple. After the meal, everyone went their own ways, leaving just her and Bryan. Bryan then pulled out the ring he had prepared and slid it onto her finger. Irene examined the ring closely, laughing and crying at the same time. Bryan had delayed presenting the ring because he feared she would react this way, and her tears were unstoppable. After using several tissues to dry her face, she finally stopped, smiling and saying, "It's so beautiful, this ring." Bryan smiled back, "As long as you like it."

Of course, Irene loved it. Her tears flowed once more as she wrapped her arms around his neck, crying. Bryan gently patted her back, signaling the servants to clear the table as he carried Irene upstairs to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony. "Don't cry; we have many more days ahead of us. This is just the beginning."

Irene nodded, taking another look at the ring on her finger. No matter what, she truly adored this world now.

On the way back, Brielle stared out the window, lost in thought, not even hearing King when he called her. Her mind was flooded with memories, including those of Max. She figured it would only be a few more days before everything came back to her. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that King was hiding something.

Curiously, she looked at him to find he was also staring outside, lost in his own thoughts. Brielle quietly grabbed his hand, "King?"

"Hmm?"

He turned to look at her, only to hear her ask, "What's in the medicine bottle in the nightstand?"

King's body tensed, then he looked down. "Vitamins."

"King, don't make any rash decisions, okay? If there's something on your mind, you can discuss it with Max."

King pressed his lips together, a bitter taste in his mouth. Could he really discuss this matter with Max?

"Little Canary."

"Hmm?"

"If one day, the person by your side becomes me, and Max never returns, how would you feel?"

"Sad."

King felt a pang in his heart and looked away. "I see."

"I remembered something, on the podium at Beaconsfield College, my heart skipped a beat for him. Then during the exchange year, you looked after me through castle fires, mudslides, and all the moments in Beaconsfield, in North America... It was all with you guys."

"Little Canary, during the time you were kept in the castle, why didn't you ask who I was? Is this how you see Max?"

Brielle furrowed her brows, her head throbbing, sensing she was missing something "Yes, you're his other side, and he's yours. When I first met him at Beaconsfield, he also had a harsh side, just hidden very deep."

Like in bed, he enjoyed seeing her blush, enjoyed her, the hedgehog, showing her soft, harmless belly. That excited him more than usual.

King immediately took offense. What did she mean by harsh side? So, Max's harsh side was him, huh?

He turned his head away, refusing to continue the topic. Brielle, oblivious to her faux pas and noticing his anger, frowned, wondering what was bothering him. novelbin