Chapter 1226
Back then, King had no clue about Max's ties to Dream Tech Designs. Only as time went on did he uncover its existence and the powerhouse behind Max. This revelation left him pondering: If Max was so influential, why wasn't he holding Brielle close, cherishing her? When it came to Brielle, King was always irrational. He couldn't keep his cool and was ready to blow up at any moment. He constantly worried about the dangers Brielle might face outside, preferring to keep her in a metaphorical cage, showering her with wealth and privilege like sunlight and water to a flower. His way of loving was different from Max's, but he recognized that Max's love was just as strong. However, King couldn't stand Max's logical demeanor. Was this calmness true love? He asked himself repeatedly, but Max never answered.
King thought, maybe Brielle was gone now, and he had messed everything up. It didn't matter who was in control anymore. After a while, Max's voice finally echoed in his mind. "Brielle feels inferior."
If he solved all her problems, she wouldn't stay with him. She'd feel the distance between them growing, so vast she couldn't bridge it even on tiptoes. Helping her like that wasn't really helping-it was pushing her further away. Their initial entanglement was like a tug of war, with neither willing to admit their feelings.
Brielle was even more rational in this aspect. She'd hide her feelings well until he showed he cared. Given her past, Max easily understood her mentality. She had nothing but her heart, and if she gave it away and was then abandoned, she'd be broken. She didn't believe anyone could truly like her. She could face indifference and mockery calmly, but genuine warmth scared her, made her anxious.
There's a saying that fits Brielle perfectly: "You don't plant flowers because you fear seeing them wilt. So, to avoid an end, you reject every beginning."novelbin
It was because of Max's rationality
that he could see the most
vulnerable parts of her. He could, like King, lock her away in a gilded cage, but that would only make her more insecure. She already lacked a sense of security, and any shift in attention would make her doubt herself and fear the end of affection. He didn't want to see Brielle like that. She was capable, able to soar higher if she spread her wings.
If he clipped her wings, there would be no Stellar Stage Entertainment, no unicorn success. Rather than wither in toneliness, it was better for her to grow through adversity. Max could bear to make such a
decision, but it was ne
truly loved her, and if his way of
He
loving meant losing her one day,
he'd follow her without hesitation.
"Keep looking. I have a feeling she's still alive." Max's voice was deep, and after those words, he went silent. But King just stared at the sea, his eyes red. Was she really still alive?
Three days passed. After five days without food or water, King fainted and was rushed to the hospital. Meanwhile, Brielle had woken up on the island, indifferent to the national news about Prince Arthur that filled the TV screens. Kenzo had returned but hardly spoke to her. Getting out of bed and freshening up, Brielle turned to Jaired.
"I need to go back to Beaconsfield."
Her graduation was imminent, and any more delays might cost her the diploma. Jaired raised an eyebrow, almost instinctively glancing at Irene.