Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 669

Aubree felt like she was about to hurl, stars bursting in front of her eyes. His lips entangled with hers, leaving her gasping for air. The intense battle slowly morphed into a grinding friction.

Andrew’s forehead rested against hers, and as the image of that pretty boy from the other day flashed in his mind, a surge of anger swelled in his chest. With one swift motion, he ripped open her blouse, but the bitemark on Aubree’s shoulder caught his attention.

He had never left such a mark on her before, and in that instant, it felt as if his pupils were about to explode. “Who did this?! Aubree, who left this mark?!”

He was like a furious lion, and with his height advantage, he scooped her up and seated

her on the bathroom counter.

Aubree kicked out in panic, but his question drained all the strength from her body.

Who left it? How absurd. Wasn’t that a question he should be asking Tessa?

Aubree had no energy left to argue, meeting Andrew’s bloodshot gaze with a weak smile. That smile seemed to stab right into Andrew’s heart, and he desperately wanted to slap her.

another man filled Andrew with a burning rage, and he grabbed her hair. “Are you that cheap? Are you that desperate

words echoing Tessa’s accusations. She was on the verge of tears yet stubbornly held on.

shoulder and marched into a private booth. Soon, several men entered the booth, offering their ‘special services.’ For the right price, they would follow a woman back to her place or directly to a hotel upstairs.

need a man that badly, I can find one for you. Why did you have to go outside and pick up such sleazeballs?

with fear at the sight of the strangers in the booth, wanting to shrink back. But Andrew held her tight. “They look pretty

to

heart was scorched with rage when he saw her tremble. He gestured

tear–streaked face, and felt a twinge

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Sunset, everyone knew Andrew, the notorious heir to the

to touch Aubree’s cheek. Aubree reacted as though stung, tears streaming down her face

grabbed her ankle, pulling her back, and sneered, “What’s the matter? You said

reluctantly followed Andrew’s orders, pinched Aubree’s chin, and

sofa, struggling to push him away. She bent over, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out. She wished she could vomit

wanted nothing more.

felt an unbearable prickling sensation.