Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 19

The door closed slowly, and Brielle remained rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch. She had known Aubree for years but never realized the depth of the relationship between

her and

Andrew. A tumult of emotions churned within her, like waves crashing and winds howling. Didn’t Andrew have a fiancée?

Brielle’s head lowered, her long lashes casting deep shadows across her face, as she stood motionless.

The hallway was quiet and elegant, but the noises coming from the man had been anything but. Perhaps mindful that Max was still waiting in the private dining room, Andrew had finished quickly. His lips, his shirt collar, were smudged with telltale marks of lipstick.

Leaning against the mirror, legs weak, Aubree raised an evebrow with a smile, “Tessa didn’t take good care of you?”

Andrew, with a touch of cruelty, patted her cheek and said coldly, “This kind of affair isn’t something she’s cut out for.”

Aubree didn’t reply, her face ghostly pale.

Andrew left her with a simple command, “Clean yourself up and come out,” before he was

gone.

the washroom was silent again, Aubree straightened her attire before exiting, only to spot a shadow around the

“Bri…”

her actions were no better than those of Lillian, and almost instinctively she tried to justify, “You have to understand, Andrew and Tessa-it’s just a business arrangement. There’s no love. Besides, Tessa has

twisted relationship. Brielle’s eyes were calm as she eventually asked, “Do you think

found herself at a loss for

Brielle was palpable. The very person who had just been condemning

wouldn’t understand love. I’ve adored him for over a decade, since we were

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recent runaway episode? It was all because of his

but Aubree was powerless to stop her feelings. If there were

“Bri.”

and bold, Aubree had never

room door creaked open. Andrew appeared, a smirk of smug satisfaction spread across his face, yet it lacked any trace of genuine emotion. “Little Canary, best forget what

Brielle all

wrist was caught mid-air by Andrew, who

frowning, and through the slightly ajar door of

toying with a glass of wine, and casually

it and leave. She didn’t look at Aubree or Andrew, feeling the

woody note with a hint of crisp rose-in the

your jacket.” She slid off the suit