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.

wanted to scream in terror and slap Aubree across the face. but she was drained of all strength, like a clown excluded from the show, watching Andrew clutch at

sorry, please don’t do this.

that he could barely see what was in front of him. He was panicked

to him. Now, she wanted to retreat unscathed. How could she?

abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers off one by one, but he

felt the wetness on her 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

sadness

deep breath, she felt as if she were about to break Andrew’s fingers to push

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

heart. Andrew had never

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

the man she wanted most, and it should have been a joyous return

even

her to

of humiliation, as