Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 654

Andrew’s chest heaved with a violent rhythm, and he felt a dampness on his cheeks. He lifted a hand to touch it, but couldn’t quite identify the sensation. His hands were covered in blood, so he assumed it was blood on his face as well.

Only Ricardo could see clearly, It was tears. Was Andrew crying?

Andrew seemed oblivious to it. His nose tingled, his lips pursed and unpursed, but no complete sentence would come out. The pain was so intense he felt like doubling over, yet he resisted. He didn’t want to show any signs of weakness in front of Aubree.

His palm, slashed and still bleeding, turned his complexion pater by the second. In the silence, he heard Aubree’s clear voice cut through.“Just leave.*

The pain was so acute it had become numbness. He just stared at Aubree, and it took what seemed like an eternity before he managed to utter a single question. “Are you… Are you possessed or something?”

That cruelty couldn’t be Aubree’s.

He turned to leave, each step an agony, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. As he reached the door, Aubree still said nothing to stop him from leaving. His heart ached even more. He rounded the comer and couldn’t help but want to crouch down.

The nervous hotel manager, witnessing Andrew’s bloodied state, dialed 911 in a panic. “Mr. Clements, are you alright? Please, don’t scare me.”

The concern from a stranger amplified the pain tenfold, a hundred fold. He must have been in a nightmare.

to awaken from it. Come on, wake up.

the hotel room, she was greeted

the couch, legs pulled up to her chest, while the cleaning staff summoned by Ricardo were tidying the room. The bloodstains and the

who was unharmed. After ensuring that Ricardo

“What happened?”

reality, and a surge of

phone, only that Aubree was in trouble. Now, hearing Aubree’s heartbreaking cries, Brielle deduced Andrew must have come

wishing she could confront Andrew and

physically drained. After crying in Brielle’s arms for a while, she fell into an uncontrollable

a blanket over her and turned to

“It doesn’t seem like he did much, but

it seemed unlikely he would die. The guy was built tough, after all.

scared, rubbed her temples.

taken aback, having felt like he hadn’t really done anything. “Ms.

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just an observer.