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.

straightened her attire before exiting, only to

“Bri…”

expected Brielle to be there, and in a flash of panic, she wasn’t sure how much Brielle had seen. She knew her actions were no better than those of Lillian, and almost instinctively she tried

host of excuses to rationalize this twisted relationship. Brielle’s eyes were calm as she eventually asked, “Do you think there’s love between me

found herself at a loss

had just been condemning Lillian had

him

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It was all because

but Aubree was powerless to stop her feelings. If there were a switch to turn off love and retract all

“Bri.”

and bold, Aubree

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

all along

her wrist was

and through the slightly ajar door of the booth, she

a glass of wine, and

his jacket, just wanted to return it and leave. She didn’t

her-a warm woody note with a hint of crisp rose-in the dim

jacket.” She slid off the suit jacket and placed it neatly