Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 645

Andrew’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he eyed the stark red ink on the pristine tissue. He squinted, almost wishing Max would knock him out cold so he wouldn’t have to face such a dilemma.

And something about Marissa’s demeanor seemed off. If she was so repulsed, why hadn’t she put a stop to this wedding? Wasn’t she always so concerned about the Clements family’s reputation?

Andrew just couldn’t figure it out. Moreover, he couldn’t find any excuse to turn down Tessa. Wasn’t this marriage what he had been aiming for all along?

He dropped his gaze, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in his heart. “Yeah.”

Ecstasy flitted across Tessa’s eyes as she pressed her pale lips together. “I’ll cooperate with the doctor and get well soon, Andrew. How about we go pick out a wedding dress in a few days?”

Andrew’s irritation grew, but then he thought, if he were to get married, Aubree might come back, right?

With a firm answer from Andrew, Tessa left the hospital room on cloud nine. As she passed by Brielle’s room, she paused, tempted to go in and gloat. However, before she could step in, the sight of the man standing by the window sucked the bravado right out of her.

She thought about retreating, but it was too late. Brielle had seen her, and so had Max, his brow furrowed.

Tessa’s face paled even further. “Andrew and I are getting married next week. We’ll send you an invitation.”

Her words weren’t meant for Brielle–they were aimed at Max.

you’ll come,

when Brielle cut in. “How do you know the wedding will even happen? Do you know why Andrew got hurt? He was pushing me for Aubree’s whereabouts, He’s hunting her down like

face

Brielle’s

Brielle pressed her lips together and fell silent. Max closed the door,

rang–It was

we’d be here for two months for the shoot, but there are only a few usable locations. I’ve thought it over, and I’d rather shoot at my old stomping ground. You’ve been there. It’s the perfect mix of cityscape and back alleys, a stark contrast. As for the small–town scenes, we’ve got a few segments that work, so I’m here asking for permission to head back tomorrow.”

skipped. This development caught her off guard, her irritation flaring, but she couldn’t really force John to

sighed. “Have the phones been distributed yet?”

all had signed NDAS, and their phones were

them out after the shoot.”

“However, Miss Aubree took her phone. I didn’t stop her. You said she’s a

her

could be coaxed forth now, and she simply agreed to

return.

phone buzzed too–it

Andrew had created needed a solution. Otherwise,

think the families