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.

slept with someone else. The thought of her casting that hazy, seductive look beneath another man filled Andrew with a burning rage, and he grabbed her hair. “Are

color drained from Aubree’s face, his words echoing Tessa’s accusations. She was on the verge of

men entered the booth, offering

that badly, I can find one for you. Why did you have to go outside

to shrink back. But Andrew held her tight. “They look pretty good, don’t they? As good as that pretty

unable to utter

when he saw her tremble. He gestured to

saw Aubree’s pitiful, tear–streaked

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Sunset, everyone knew Andrew, the notorious heir to

the man cautiously stepped forward, reaching out to touch Aubree’s cheek. Aubree reacted as though stung, tears streaming down her face as she

back, and sneered, “What’s the matter? You

was beyond words, shaking uncontrollably. The man reluctantly followed Andrew’s orders, pinched

head away, her nails digging deeply into the sofa, struggling to push him away. She bent over, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out.

wanted nothing more.

her reaction, Andrew felt an unbearable prickling