Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 708

How long had Aubree known Andrew? It must have been twenty years by now.

Her secret crush, her first love, her open yearning–all of it had been for him. Even now, as she found herself mired in disgrace, too tainted to be touched, she couldn’t remain indifferent to the news of his

marriage.

Perhaps that was the terrifying nature of affection, like ants consuming an elephant, little by little, day by day. Unbeknownst to herself, she became a slave to love, forever debased in his eyes.

At eighteen, she had thought that if only Andrew could love her back, she’d be content to remain in humble adoration forever, even if it meant stripping away her pride and risking her life. But Andrew had a heart of stone, only showing a glimmer of tenderness while looking at her in the intimacy of the bedroom.

“Alright, then you’re coming with me.”

Brielle didn’t trust Aubree to go out alone in her current state and immediately called Max. The phone connected, and his voice came through, “What’s up?”

“I need to borrow your car. Aubree wants to visit Radiant Light Church. We’re heading out now and will be back tomorrow.”

‘Drive safe.”

“Will do.”

was to Brielle, Aubree couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. “I always thought Mr. Dorsey was a player, leading you on. I never imagined he’d

indifferent to the world. Aubree even wondered if everything in Max’s world was a monochrome of cold whites, so dull and colorless, allowing

was moved, his emotions

outside the window, the corners of her mouth twitched in a faint smile. Mr. Dorsey and Andrew were, after all, not the

uncomfortable all over. When he smelled Aubree’s lingering scent in the room,

He felt like a creep at that moment, lying on the bed Aubree had slept in, inhaling the

She used drugs and undressed to give him physical stimulation. But Aubree only needed a single piece of clothing

out of him.

face in the pillow, his breath shaky, his body sweaty. If Aubree were actually there, he’d make sure

of her, the desire Andrew had just quenched seemed to boil over once again. “Damn it!” He cursed under his breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing,

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hooked up with Autres, he’d never let himself offer like this.