Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 567

Chapter 567

she was here, suffering the wrath of a wicked hangover, and these two decided to flaunt their love while she was out cold. Where was their conscience?

Clamping a hand over her mouth, she dashed for the bathroom and heaved a resounding “ugh” into the toilet.

Brielle arched an eyebrow. The timing of it all was a bit too perfect, as if Aubree was sickened by their display of affection.

Noticing Max’s darkening expression, Brielle quickly softened her tone, “Go back, I’ll take care of her. She was alone over the holidays, and I’m worried.”

Once Max had left, Brielle grabbed a bottle of mineral water and headed for the bathroom.

With reddened eyes from retching, Aubree caught sight of Brielle in the mirror and hastily turned on the faucet to rinse away the mess. Then, she brushed her teeth with earnestness.

Once she was done, she covered her eyes with her hands. “Bri, do I look terrible?”

Brielle was at a loss for words. Everyone knew the unspoken moral standards, but once you were in the thick of it, was it really that simple to make the best decision? If emotions could be quantified and regulated, then the world wouldn’t be full of stories about love and loss.

Andrew had met first. Just when it came to matters of the heart, the concept of first–come–first–served was

you hungry? I can whip up some soup for you.”

water Brielle offered, and gulped it down before pursing

and cracked a weak smile. “It’s so late, you should sleep. The guest room’s always ready, and no one’s used

the shelf, her brow furrowing. “Have you been having a lot of trouble sleeping?”

medication back into the cabinet, her movements a tad frantic. “Not really, just keeping them on hand.”

loving Andrew, but it pained her to see Aubree harming her

herself was one thing,

“Yeah, I heard Tessa’s been under the weather. Andrew’s always treated her like she’s made of glass. He’s bound to be

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sick, Andrew never once stayed with

was painfully aware that she was nothing more than a toy for him to play with when he felt lonely, Sometimes, he would toy with her as casually as one relieves themselves – a zipper down, a zipper up, and it was over without

times to count, so much

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