Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 565

When she mentioned “a lifetime,” her voice caught, and she reached out, pulling Brielle’s hand over and then Max’s, stacking them together.

Brielle raised a hand to massage her temples. How much had Aubree actually had to drink?

“You’re plastered. I’ll drive you home.”

Aubree looked up at her with a nod. “Yeah, back to Andrew’s place. Dawn’s breaking, and it’s his birthday. I got ingredients to bake a cake.” Drunk as she was, she still remembered Andrew’s birthday.

Together, Brielle and Max supported her out of the bar.

Max was unaccustomed to being so close to another woman, feeling utterly uncomfortable. After settling Aubree in the car, Max went to drive, noticing the scent of booze on his coat.

Slumped against Brielle’s shoulder, Aubree’s face flushed. She mumbled incoherently, no one understood a word she said. Brielle was concerned Aubree might tumble to the floor with all her fidgeting, so one hand steadied Aubree’s head.

They pulled up to where Aubree lived, and Brielle fished out the keys to help her inside.

The doorman furrowed his brows upon seeing Aubree. “There she goes again, coming home late every night. She didn’t even go home for the holidays and was always out drinking. I really don’t know what her family taught her. A girl should have some self–respect and self–love. Last time, she was caught fooling around in a car right down there, and now the whole complex

knows about it.”

doorman. Max glanced over as well. The doorman shivered,

at Andrew’s place. She hadn’t expected Aubree

on the couch and fell

wait for me downstairs?” The room was a mess with scattered bottles,

gently wiped Aubree’s face with a warm

fall in love with someone.” It had become her obsession. Loving the wrong person could be painful, but even loving the right

and fingers. Aubree seemed more

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the ceiling as silent tears fell.

banging on the door jolted her – more like smashing. *Heads up, Aubree!

huh? What, got picked up in a car

Can’t keep still without

her door each night to hurl abuse. The other neighbors knew, but the scandal was too big; they all assumed she was promiscuous. The women despised her. They thought their husband would be