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.

before exiting, only to spot a

“Bri…”

and almost instinctively she tried to justify, “You have to understand, Andrew and Tessa-it’s

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

shivered and found herself at a loss for

shock to Brielle was palpable. The very person who had just

love. I’ve adored him for over

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episode? It was all because of his engagement to the

stop her feelings. If there were a switch to turn off love and retract all emotions, she would give anything

“Bri.”

bold, Aubree had

creaked open. Andrew appeared, a smirk of smug satisfaction spread across

all along

raised for a slap, but her wrist was caught mid-air by Andrew, who wore a mocking smile, his lips stained with red, “Go back

through the slightly ajar

of wine, and casually

to return it and leave. She didn’t look at Aubree or

crisp rose-in the dim space. It lingered on her skin, impossible to shake

suit jacket and placed it neatly on