Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 653

Aubree was like a wounded animal, desperately distancing herself from Andrew, clutching at Ricardo’s jeans as if begging for refuge. Her reason had fled, and all she sought was a place to hide.

Ricardo was indifferent to the tangled mess between the two. In fact, he should have relished their agony. He was far from a savior. However, he crouched down, grabbed a tissue from a nearby table, and gently wiped the tears from Aubree’s cheeks.

Her tears were relentless, like a broken faucet that couldn’t be turned off. Ricardo frowned, looking at Andrew. He was about to speak, but Aubree wrapped her arms around his waist and buried herself into his embrace.

Ricardo’s expression darkened instantly, the switchblade in his sleeve twitching with anticipation. This was uncomfortable.

Suppressing the urge to lash out, he took a deep breath and offered Andrew a mocking smile, but to Andrew, that smile was a challenge. The last shred of Andrew’s composure vanished, and in a rage, he grabbed Aubree’s hair and pinned her down on the couch.

“Aubree, have you lost your damn mind?!” he bellowed. “Are you freaking crazy?!”

She had thrown herself at another man right in front of him.

Aubree’s head hit the couch hard, dizziness swirling within her, and nausea rising up again.

Andrew’s next words hit her like a stun gun. “You’re so desperate, huh? Will anyone do? How slutty can you

be?”

face. She had no energy to struggle, just like that day. After fighting back, all that

on her blouse were torn open, and Andrew’s teeth sunk into her skin. “You’ve been mine for years. How could you go to

go of the bottle,

from the pain. Regardless, he managed to

didn’t respond with a smile as she

he once found in her passionate cries, calling out his name uncontrollably. Whenever

mouth. “Tell your lover to get lost!”

behind them, a headache brewing. He truly believed Andrew had a death wish, Was a woman’s allure worth all this fuss? After that hit, Andrew must’ve not been thinking straight, but he

pulled out his phone, saw a call from Brielle, and breathed a sigh of relief. He approached Andrew

really a

with injuries, he managed to exchange blows with Ricardo amidst the chaos of the

was grazed, drawing blood.

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the couch. Her eyes finally moved as she saw Andrew reaching for the switchblade, aiming for Ricardo’s

turned pale, staring at her in disbelief. His head buzzed, his heart aching, struggling

breathe.

trembled, checked Ricardo’s shoulder, and asked if he was okay in