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.

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong next time." She

in his chest. His breathing was erratic, but he still didn't dare

would pierce through him,

He murmured, his eyes reddening

followed Brielle and Ricardo into

lingering glance at Andrew. He chose

Aubree insisted on returning to the set, mentioning Ricardo had scenes to shoot that evening. Unable to persuade Aubree otherwise, Brielle

Estate, it was eleven at

about to insert the key into the lock.

this from Brielle

fuming and not

quickly approached, pulling the door

too exhausted to think, almost

Who was

at Max, who, for the first time, seemed evasive. "Brielle, go take

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

wiped her down and helped

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

she lay in Max's arms that night, for the first time, her sleep was restless. She tossed and turned and barely managed

en

caught fire, destroying many records. She couldn't recall the specifics of

and another little girl were inside, sorting files because Mark had a bad back and struggled with the task daily. So, she and