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.

this

Dorsey International hotel, he came straight from the hospital. He thought Aubree would come to find him as soon as

missed him. She always couldn’t stay away from him. It must have been the same this time. She

way here, but he had never expected to open the door to this scene. Aubree was pinned down by a young guy, staring at

coursing through him uncontrollably. He strode forward

her hair, his eyes red with anger. “You…

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with another man behind

This bitch!

never before, a foreign

wanted to strangle her right there. But before he could lay a hand on her, his cheek. stung from a

at him as if he was some kind. of natural disaster.

cheek, puzzled. It didn’t hurt, but

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

his back, and he caught her red–handed. Had she been hooking up with someone else for the