Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 655

Andrew was destined for a restless night. No sooner had his head touched the pillow than Tessa’s sobs pierced the silence outside. She burst into his room, her face turning ghostly pale at the sight of the bandages wrapped around his palm and head. Tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks.

“Andrew, who did this to you? Oh my god, your injuries look terrible. She clutched at Andrew’s uninjured hand, her tears plopping heavily onto the back of it.

Andrew seemed numb, and his fingertips only stirred after a long pause as a frown creased his forehead. “Tessa, stop crying, please.”

Tessa’s sobs didn’t cease. “Was it Aubree? Her voice was hoarse, and she watched Andrew freeze before he denied it. “No, it wasn’t”

Panic seized Tessa, rendering her speechless. Why did her mind immediately leap to Aubree?

The same had happened when Aubree had slapped him, and he’d dismissed it, claiming he’d walked into something.

Tessa knew Andrew too well, he was not one to let offenses slide. When Brielle had slapped him, he’d wanted to lash out, to make her pay dearly, Only Aubree seemed to have the power to make Andrew swallow his pride and endure any hurt in silence without uttering a word about revenge.

A sense of dread overwhelmed Tessa, her heart pounding wildly as if she wanted to scream, to confront him with the burning question.

for Tessa at all? Why was it always Aubree causing turmoil in his life when he’d always tried to win Tessa over?

carefully kissed his palm. “Andrew,

sleep, to wake from this nightmare. Tessa’s weeping,

up at him, her eyes bloodshot. “Andrew, I love you. We’ll be together,

“Uh–huh,”

emotion swelled in Andrew’s eyes. One moment, he was numb with shock. The next, he was wracked with pain so

really had struck him because of another

a sharp pain in his palm. Fury prickled through him. The shock

pain. Hadn’t she claimed to love

adored him?

and just chose to ignore it. He’d let her orbit him like a lovesick fool, asking him night after night if

for her. She was nothing more than a convenience, and he’d always been clear about that. So, without a hint

with her, which,