Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Jaired couldn't believe what he was seeing; his hands froze on the controls.

Irene, on the other hand, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Why?"

She heard Jaired ask.

Raising an eyebrow, Irene replied, "You assassinate a prince, and you think the North American military's just gonna sit around twiddling their thumbs? Letting him live this long was already a miracle. With satellites covering every inch, there was no way he could hide." Jaired's hands trembled slightly, his eyes reddening.

"Couldn't we save him, though?"

"Sure, but only if I become the president of North America. Even if we wanted to save him, would he even want that? For him, death might be the best option. Brielle doesn't hate him. Everything ends on a high note. How perfect."

She had asked him time and time again, do you really want to stay?

He was smart, perceptive. How could he not catch her drift?

She was really asking, do you want to stay and face death?

Come with me to North America. Once I'm president, you can live openly and proudly.

But Kenzo had refused.

Irene had done all she could for her husband in name. She couldn't beg him to live.

There was no need. They both knew it.

"Jaired, are you hurting?"

The underlying message being, you're actually hurt by someone's death?

Jaired stared ahead silently, his voice hoarse after a long pause.

"I wish I could go back to the beginning, just like him."

Irene let out a cold laugh, snuffing out her cigarette.

"Life doesn't offer that many do-overs."

The helicopter sped on. For Irene, time was running out. She needed to secure the presidency soon, or she and Jaired would be next.

The island's red glow lasted a long time. The national forces didn't just bomb it; they strafed it from all angles. No one could survive.

This was the exit Kenzo chose for himself.

The carefully crafted bracelet was already sent.

Everything was reset to the beginning.

He received a hug from Brielle, leaving no regrets.

His last memory before death was sweet, infinitely better than leaving the world with regret in a landslide.

It was fate giving him another chance.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Everything was just right.

It was like going back to their days at Beaconsfield College, during the blooming season, when she called out "Kenzo."

Brielle was brought to the streets of

Peine

North America, almost guided by memory back to the castle's surroundings and found out was now in a hospital.

She wore a hat and headed to the hospital, taking the gun Irene gave her.

The hospital's atmosphere was solemn, probably aware of King's identity; no one dared to take it lightly.

But surprisingly, no one was guarding him.

Brielle found it strange. This man

was

so cautious, trust

now that he was

hospitalized, no guards?

Odd.

Just as she thought this, she saw several people being escorted from the elevator, followed by the sound of gunfire.

The shooter was Joseph, who lit a cigarette.

"How many attempts tonight?"

A subordinate replied, "Not sure, but as long as we're not guarding,

there'll always be assassins cool ne?

King doesn't want us to guard, it's as

if

As if he was looking forward to being killed.

If not for Joseph diligently monitoring the cameras, someone might have succeeded tonight.

Brielle bypassed them, finding out which room King was in.

Joseph, cigarette between his fingers, watched through the cameras, this woman wearing only a hat. An assassin?

But no assassin would disguise themselves so carelessly.