Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1253

She had gone through countless resources, trying to make sense of her feelings. This wasn't Stockholm Syndrome. No, it was simply coming face-to-face with the most vulnerable part of herself—a part she couldn't let anyone else see.

Her true self was a secret she guarded fiercely.

She always told him to let go, but the idea of him actually doing it hurt more than anything. Now, under his intense gaze, that deep sense of security washed over her again.

King just watched her, mentally counting down the seconds until he expected the slap he had grown so used to. But it didn't come. Instead, she glared at him coldly before calling Aubree, asking her to come over.

King was confused. During his time in North America, he'd endured enough of her slaps. Now that she wasn't hitting him, he felt oddly... disappointed.

Thinking back, Brielle’s slaps had always been rare, usually just sharp words followed by her icy stare. But now, even that cold look didn't sting like it used to.

He couldn’t figure out what had changed.

He was certain his love for Brielle hadn’t faded. The only explanation was that Max had somehow broadened his view, helping him see beyond Brielle’s frosty glares, not as signs of contempt, but something more.

As King watched her talk to Aubree on the phone, a smile crept onto his face. He walked over and gently kissed her.

Aubree heard the kiss and cried out, "What was that noise? Max?"

She was shocked. Max didn't seem like the type to do something like that.