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?”

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

Andrew’s teeth sunk into her skin. “You’ve been mine for years. How could you go to

let go of the bottle, now looking with a furrowed brow as

passing out from the pain.

respond with a smile as she used

and the pain coursing through Andrew’s body remained relentless. How he yearned for the solace he once found in her passionate cries, calling out his name uncontrollably.

closed his eyes, releasing her mouth. “Tell your lover

all this fuss? After that hit, Andrew

Brielle, and breathed a sigh of relief. He approached Andrew and grabbed his collar, ready to throw a punch.

really a

was no slouch himself, and even with injuries, he managed to

grazed, drawing blood.

Chapter 653

for the switchblade, aiming for Ricardo’s shoulder.

her in disbelief. His head buzzed, his

breathe.

shoulder, and asked if he was okay in a hoarse