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.

ears. She wanted to scream in terror and slap Aubree across the face. but she

please don’t

was panicked and afraid. He was afraid she might actually

the line first and came to him. Now, she wanted to retreat unscathed. How

about to be abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers off one by one, but he embraced

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

sadness

she felt as if she were about to break Andrew’s fingers to push him

had been stripped away, offering no reaction at all. Perhaps when one was utterly hopeless, that was the expression they wore.

sorrowful crying reached her ears like a knife carving at her heart. Andrew had never cried for her, and she

Andrew slowly sank to the floor, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking, and ragged sobs

so acute she thought she might die. It was her wedding night, she was married to the man she wanted most, and it should have been

not even sparing

allowing her to

deep sense of humiliation, as if Aubree