Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

"Your mom's been feeling a bit under the weather lately. The guy who came by this morning was just checking up on her. He said she can't handle too much excitement right now or anything too out of the ordinary. We need to take things slow, but soon enough, we'll be a family again. For now, though, you'll have to bear with us." Isaac looked up, his eyes meeting the man's who spoke of inconvenience yet had an eager gleam in his eyes. A smirk tugged at Isaac's lips.

The kid's all grown up, and now he's off to woo Brielle. Must think he's hit the jackpot.

Yeah, right.

Isaac was fuming.

King didn't catch on to his irritation; otherwise, he'd have been all over him, trying to cheer him up.

"Thinking about joining us for a trip to Beaconsfield, kiddo?"

Isaac turned away, "Nope."

"Alright then, it'll just be your mom and me."

Isaac didn't say a word.

If King said he could do it, he meant it.

Taking a deep breath, Isaac went back to fussing over Noir's ears.

That afternoon, King was set to take Brielle back to Beaconsfield. Seeing him without the young boy by his side made Brielle frown slightly. "Aren't you bringing the kid?"

"He doesn't wanna go."

Brielle was skeptical. If the kid was indeed his, and still so young, how could he bear to be away from his dad?

She went upstairs herself and saw Isaac playing with Noir, though he seemed a bit down.

Her heart tightened, "Hey, little cricket, right? Your dad and I are heading to Beaconsfield. Wanna come with? It's a lot of fun over there." Isaac remained silent, continuing to tug at Noir's ears.

Feeling a pang of discomfort, Brielle quickly moved closer, attempting to lift him, but Isaac dodged her.

"Come with us. It'll be boring staying home all by yourself. I'll ask your dad to arrange a private jet, so your little buddy can come along too." Hearing this, Isaac finally looked up, a warmth spreading through him.

"Okay."

Brielle smiled, taking his hand, "Let's head downstairs then."

Isaac looked at the hand holding his, feeling a bit uneasy but didn't pull away.

Downstairs, King was surprised.

"The little cricket's willing to go now?"

Isaac let out a cold snort, making King wonder if he'd heard him right. When did his son learn to snort like that?

Realizing King was hesitant to bring the child along, Brielle's expression cooled. How could such a man be a good dad?

Seeing both their faces turn sour, King felt guilty and scrambled for an excuse.

"I asked him. He didn't want to go, and besides, the castle has company for him. He won't be alone."

"Hmph."

That came from Isaac, his face mirroring King's so closely that King couldn't help but think of Max.

He was puzzled; Isaac had only met Max once, hadn't he? And yet here he was, mimicking Max's icy demeanor. Under Brielle's stern gaze, King didn't dare reprimand the child and hurried off to arrange the private jet instead.

When it was time to leave, he met with Orla.

Since he'd asked Orla to research that medication and a month hadn't passed yet, Orla hadn't made any breakthroughs. "Auntie, just give me a call if you find something. I'll have someone come pick it up."

"Alright, alright, alright."

Orla repeated 'alright' three times,

clearly fond of King and re

You

leave, she asked,

be back?"

will

King glanced at Brielle, who was squatting in the sunlight, asking Isaac about how he kept Noir's fur so shiny.

Isaac, always comfortable discussing Noir, engaged easily.

Watching the interaction, King's lips curved into a smile.

"Soon, I reckon. Her recovery shouldn't take long. Once she's better, we'll have the wedding here, and then I'll take her to Saudi. Auntie, you'll come with us, won't you?"

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

Without Ora, since she had to stay.

in North America for her

the to jet to

boarded their private

sweet

Beaconsfield.