Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1222

Kenzo glanced up at Brielle, noting the confusion in her eyes—no disgust, just pure bewilderment at his presence there.

He tried to speak, but it was like his throat had a boulder lodged in it. Not a single word could escape. His hand gripped the door so tightly it hurt, but he forced a faint smile.

"You're awake."

Brielle nodded, glancing around the room. "Where are we?"

She looked lost, like she'd just been through some massive upheaval. Kenzo didn't dare ask her anything, knowing she must've forgotten some things; otherwise, she wouldn't be calling him Kenzo.

Was this Myles' doing? What had Myles done to her memory?

Despite it all, Kenzo felt a flicker of happiness. It was as if the universe had heard his prayers, rewinding time to before everything went haywire.

Brielle frowned, trying to get out of bed, but her legs gave out, nearly sending her to the floor. Kenzo wanted to help but moved slowly, his strength sapped by the meds Jaired had given him, needing support just to stand.

"Kenzo, where are we?"

Brielle seemed distant, smoothly avoiding his attempt to assist her. They were practically strangers, having only met once before.

She propped herself up on the bed, shaking her head to clear it, then walked to the window. The sight of an endless island and the distant sea made her face turn pale.

Kenzo, unsure of her current memory state, cautiously asked, "Feeling any better?"

Brielle nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red as she stared out the window. "I get it now. King had me sent away; he got tired of me and killed our child."

Her tone was flat, her fingers gripping the window frame so tightly that, if she had any strength, her nails would’ve broken.

"Kenzo, why are you here? Last year, you just started as a guest lecturer at Beaconsfield College. We barely know each other, right?"