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.

again, Aubree straightened her attire before exiting, only

“Bri…”

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 to justify, “You have to understand, Andrew and Tessa-it’s just a business arrangement. There’s no love. Besides, Tessa has always been frail and has never cared

excuses to rationalize this twisted relationship. Brielle’s eyes were calm as she eventually asked,

herself at a

person who had just been condemning Lillian had suddenly become the

adored him for

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It was all because of his

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

“Bri.”

Aubree had never felt so

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

all along but

hand raised for a slap, but her wrist was caught

and through the slightly ajar door of the booth, she locked eyes with

indifferent, toying with a glass of wine, and casually patted

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

warm woody note with a hint of crisp rose-in the dim space. It lingered on

jacket.” She slid off the suit jacket