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.

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

sorry, please don’t do

was panicked and afraid. He was afraid

to

dog about to be abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers

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 of tears because nothing came. She only felt a heavy,

sadness

Andrew’s fingers to push him away.

against 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 the expression

a knife carving at her heart. Andrew had never

floor, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking, and ragged sobs escaping through his fingers.

an immense pain 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

Aubree was gone, not even

allowing her to have this marriage.

felt a deep sense of humiliation, as