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.

silent again, Aubree straightened her attire before exiting, only to

“Bri…”

She knew 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

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

found herself at

who had just been condemning Lillian had suddenly become the

him for over a decade, since

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episode? It was all because of his engagement to the

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

“Bri.”

Aubree had never

appeared, a smirk of smug satisfaction spread across his face, yet it lacked any trace of genuine emotion. “Little Canary,

Brielle all along but didn’t

was caught mid-air by Andrew, who wore a mocking smile, his lips stained with

watched this unfold, frowning, and through the slightly ajar door of the booth, she locked eyes

with a glass of

just wanted to return it and leave. She didn’t look at Aubree or Andrew, feeling the entire situation was beyond

a hint of crisp

Max, your jacket.” She slid off the suit jacket and placed it