Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 640

The closet was a shared space between him and Aubree, split down the middle–or at least. that was the theory. The reality was Aubree, ever the fashionista, had claimed the lion’s share for her endless wardrobe. She could go a whole year without wearing the same outfit twice–from the freshness of spring to the cold of winter, every single day.

Seeing the closet as it was, the anger in his eyes softened. Aubree hadn’t taken her clothes, which meant, despite storming off in a huff, she’d likely be back within a week. He exhaled a sigh of relief, closed the closet door, and made his way back to the living room.

Meanwhile, Tessa had arrived at the entrance and caught sight of the his–and–hers slippers on the rack. Her heart ached anew, nearly causing her to cough up blood from the emotional wound.

It seemed only then that Andrew realized he hadn’t come home to an empty house tonight. “Come on in, Tessa, the wind’s biting out there,” he said, his voice a little awkward.

He grabbed a broom and began sweeping up the broken shards on the floor, clumsily gathering the dirty clothes from the couch and tossing them into the washing machine. But the thing was, the machine was Aubree’s domain. He hadn’t the faintest idea how to operate it. What in the world were these round buttons and blinking lights all about?

His brows knitted in frustration, turning the machine this way and that, eventually caving and pulling out his phone to call Aubree. If she picked up, he was ready to let her have it. Why be so dramatic and leave without doing the laundry, cleaning up, leaving him to deal with the

aftermath?

and a wave

to life, the lights came on, and the drum began to spin. She said nothing, her face pale, her heart feeling as though it had

to remember the presence of another soul in the house and muttered a

intense she could barely

for a moment before snapping back to the present. He was fond of Tessa, but out of concern for her health, they had kept

shirts, socks, and trousers. She was the one who cooked his meals. Even in bed, they

darkness, initially too glaring but now painfully missed once extinguished. Even with Tessa there, the room felt too

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voice a plea, “Can we take a shower together? Please?”