Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle didn't plan to ask Andrew. She noticed that Aubree's wounds had already been tended to. "What happened?"

Looking slightly resigned, Aubree raised a hand to rub her forehead. "Just took a tumble while filming, scraped up a bit, that's all." Brielle asked the doctor to make sure the wounds weren't deep and breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared the crap out of me."

The last thing she wanted was more news about Aubree getting hurt.

She had driven there with her fingers trembling on the wheel. Thankfully, it was only a minor injury.

Aubree didn't say a word, but she understood why Brielle was acting this way. Both of them were haunted by the memories of that night - one pretending not to care, and the other pretending they could help each other move on. In truth, neither had moved on.

Brielle's legs were still shaky, and after taking a deep breath, she patted Aubree's shoulder. "Where's Ricardo? Have you two eaten dinner?"

"Ms. Haywood."

No sooner had she spoken than Ricardo's voice came from outside, his hands carrying a bag of medical supplies.

Brielle nodded. "Let's head back, Aubree, skip filming tonight. I know it's just a scratch, but don't push yourself."

Aubree agreed.

The three of them walked out, naturally bumping into Andrew.

He had been leaning against the wall and straightened up instantly upon seeing them. Anxious about a sharp retort from Aubree, he turned away, rasping, "I was just passing by."

His fingertips dangled by his side. When Aubree had fallen, he had rushed to cushion her fall, and his hand had been pierced by sharp glass. He just kept his injured palm against his trousers, the fabric soaking up the blood, leaving no trace on the ground. His face was tinged with pain, yet he seemed numb, pursing his lips and deliberately avoiding Aubree's gaze.

it doesn't belong next time." She didn't need Andrew's rescue, preferring to take

felt a pang in his chest. His breathing was

her eyes would pierce through him, he

He murmured, his eyes reddening with unshed

didn't notice his distress. She followed Brielle and Ricardo into the

a lingering glance at Andrew. He chose to

stay with her at Pearl Estate that night. Aubree's house was sold, and she was temporarily staying with the crew. However, Aubree insisted on returning to the set, mentioning Ricardo had scenes to shoot that evening. Unable to persuade

Brielle returned to Pearl Estate, it was eleven

inside as she was about to insert the

from Brielle for

was fuming

stood still, but Max seemed to hear her and quickly approached, pulling the door

to think, almost ready to collapse on

his earlier words. Who was being saved? And

to look up at Max, who, for the first time,

felt numb as she mechanically moved towards the bathtub, unaware of how she even

her down and helped

was dazed, wondering why he wasn't at the sanatorium-why was he back

for the first time, her sleep was restless. She tossed and turned and barely managed to drift off, only to dream

en

fire, destroying many records. She couldn't recall the specifics of that day, but tonight, some

sorting files because Mark had a bad back and struggled with the