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.

bridal gown, felt icy cold and a buzzing in her ears. She wanted to scream in terror and slap Aubree across the face. but she was drained of all strength, like

sorry, please don’t

was in front of him. He was panicked

Aubree who had crossed the line first and came to

at her sleeve like a dog about to be abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers off one by one, but he embraced her tightly

her neck, probably soaking through her clothes. She never knew Andrew’s tears could be so plentiful. Suddenly, Aubree

sadness

were about to break Andrew’s fingers to push him away. She said nothing,

unable to move, as if all her senses had been stripped away, offering no reaction

carving at her heart. Andrew

covering his face,

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 a joyous return to spend the evening. She even prepared her

was gone, not even

her, allowing her to

deep sense of humiliation, as if Aubree