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.

with someone else. The thought of her casting that hazy, seductive look beneath another man filled Andrew

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

her over his 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

man that badly, I can find one for

held her tight. “They look

to utter a

tremble. He gestured to one of the servers. “You, come here, kiss

saw Aubree’s pitiful, tear–streaked face, and felt

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knew Andrew, the notorious heir to the Clements family.

stepped forward, reaching out to touch Aubree’s cheek. Aubree reacted as though stung, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to recoil.

pulling her back, and sneered, “What’s the matter? You said you were desperate, didn’t

Andrew’s orders, pinched Aubree’s chin, and moved in to

away. She bent over, wanting to vomit, but nothing

wanted nothing more.

unbearable prickling sensation. He barked,