Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 716

Andrew’s head was buried in Aubree’s neck, and he felt as if his whole body were floating, empty of substance.

His eyes blazed with a searing agony.

“Aubree.”

Tm sorry.

His arms encircled Aubree, his knobby hands loosened their grip feebly, his throat was choked up, and tears fell onto her skin.

Aubree just stood there, motionless, on his wedding night. With his wife’s horified gaze upon them, he begged Aubree humbly to stay. It struck Aubree as funny, but she couldn’t muster a single laugh.

She remembered the day and moment her gaze first landed on him. Back then, she hadn’t realized this man would become her greatest joy and her deepest despair,

Maybe that was just life, spending ages in confusion, investing in the wrong things, only to grow in a few fleeting moments. “Happy wedding day” She said calmly, then pushed past him and walked toward the door.

Aubree across the face. but she was drained of all strength, like a clown excluded from the show, watching Andrew clutch at Aubree with earnest eyes.

sorry, please don’t do

tears flowed so fiercely that he could barely see what was in front of him. He was panicked

line first and came to

her sleeve like a dog about to be abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers off

soaking through her clothes. She never knew Andrew’s tears could be so plentiful. Suddenly, Aubree felt like crying too, though

sadness

a deep breath, she felt as if she were about to break Andrew’s fingers to push him away. She said nothing, just walked past Tessa

the wall, unable to move, as if all her senses had been stripped away, offering no reaction at all. Perhaps when one was utterly hopeless, that was

her ears like a knife carving at her heart. Andrew had never cried for her,

floor, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking,

wanted most, and it should have been a joyous return to spend the evening. She even prepared her body meticulously,

even sparing

her

of humiliation, as if Aubree had merely