Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 652

Ricardo’s skin was a healthy, creamy white, like the most pristine and outstanding teenager you’d bump into on a college campus, someone who just naturally stood out from the crowd.

Noticing Aubree looking at him, he paused his movements and flashed her a smile. “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Aubree felt a bit better, and as her phone started ringing, she tried to reach for it. She lacked enough strength, slid off the couch, and hit her head on the coffee table, wincing at the sharp pain.

Ricardo got up and came over to help her back up. Dazed from the bump, Aubree looked up at him with blurry eyes.

It was at that moment that the room’s door swung open. Andrew stood there, flanked by the hotel manager. His pupils shrank as he took in the sight of the two tangled on the couch. “What the hell are you doing?”

Aubree stiffened, the dizziness in her head vanished instantly, leaving her heart feeling like it had been slashed open. Her face drained of its last bit of color.

As if he hadn’t heard a thing, Ricardo continued to help her up and guided her back to the couch.

The lobby manager outside witnessed the awkward scene and quickly made his escape. He wasn’t blind. He could tell this was a lover’s quarrel gone wrong.

Andrew was radiating fury, his chest aching and tingling as if thousands of insects were biting him. The pain was so intense he couldn’t even think straight.

could this happen?

Dorsey International hotel, he came straight

sex for a while; she must have missed him. She always couldn’t stay away from him. It must have been the same this time. She knew Andrew was getting married

but he had never expected to open the door to this scene. Aubree was pinned down by a young guy, staring at him with a dazed and willing expression. It was clear as day – a

like it had been pierced, panic and rage coursing through him uncontrollably. He strode

grip tightened in her hair, his

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she stay with another man

This bitch!

humiliation like never before, a foreign emotion

he could lay a

barely able to stand. She trembled and glared at him as if

It didn’t hurt, but he

was in sharp pain. He couldn’t understand this feeling,

for the last two days? His tongue licked at his cheek,