Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

King froze, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

A minute later, he asked, "Does it still hurt when you think about the past?"

Brielle had seen Emma today, bringing back snippets of old memories. Her head ached a bit, but it wasn't the sharp pain she used to feel.

"It's manageable. Seeing Emma today reminded me of some stuff from Stellar Stage Entertainment," she said, rubbing her temples. "But thinking about other things still feels like a needle in my brain." King gently patted her head. "Then try not to think about it for now."

Brielle couldn't help but hug him tightly. "King, you're so sweet."

King blushed, completely disarmed by her affection. He quickly opened a can of soup, scooping a spoonful to her lips. "Eat up, you don't want to get hungry later."

Brielle smiled at him, her lips curving up. It took half an hour to finish half a bowl of soup. Feeling a warm comfort in her stomach, she scooted over. "Why don't you come and nap with me?"

King saw how narrow the bed was and thought about asking the hospital for another bed, so they could push them together. But Brielle grabbed his sleeve, her eyes pleading. "I want to rest with you holding me."

King couldn't refuse. He quickly tidied up the small table and wiped her fingertips with a wet wipe before lying beside her. Brielle instinctively snuggled into his arms. The bed was so small they couldn't even turn over, but she found it incredibly sweet, her smile never fading.

"King."

"Yeah?"novelbin

"Can I be discharged tomorrow? My wounds are healing fast."

"Let's see how it goes tomorrow. What if it gets inflamed overnight?"

King couldn't take any chances with her health. They dined together again in the evening, and although he considered adding another bed, Brielle insisted on staying together like in the afternoon.

But in the middle of the night, King felt a sudden tightness when Brielle inadvertently grabbed him. "You're injured."

Within a minute, Brielle started to mumble and wiggle. The creaking of the bed was enough to make anyone blush.

The next morning, she woke up to

King wiping her face with a towel before he went to change the water. The nurse came in to change Brielle's bandages, her look teasing. Brielle guessed that last night's commotion must have been overheard. Embarrassed, she insisted on being discharged as soon as King returned.

Unable to argue with her, King took her back to Premier Palace. While he was handling the discharge paperwork, the nurse joked, "You and your girlfriend seem really close."

King, oblivious, didn't catch the

underlying meaning. Back home, they found themselves trending online. A nurse had leaked how affectionate they were even in the

hospital, sparking a flurry

comments.

"So, what exactly makes it blush-worthy? Can we get details? I'm not here for the drama."

"Is it what I'm thinking? To be so young and active even in a hospital."

"People should be mindful of their actions. I've never done it, so I don't want others to either."

"Oh, to have a boyfriend so bold and caring, and enduring."

The comments were

overwhelmingly positive. Everyone had watched Brielle and Max's relationship evolve, from Alivia's

online antics to multiple rumors, to their current affectionate state.

However, some couldn't resist

throwing shade.

"Ha, if they're so close, why aren't they married yet?"

"I heard at the amusement park that Max has a kid who looks just like him. Must be a love child, right? Brielle's stepping into stepmom shoes so young."

"Hey, don't be sour. Even if you wanted to be Max's stepmom, he wouldn't give you a second glance."

The online world quickly descended into chaos once more.