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.

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

breathing was erratic, but he still didn't dare look

would pierce through

murmured, his eyes reddening with unshed

distress. She followed Brielle

glance

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

Brielle returned to Pearl Estate, it was

heard Max's voice from inside as she was about to insert the key

from Brielle

fuming

seemed to hear her and quickly approached, pulling the door

bit her lip, too exhausted to think, almost ready to collapse

replaying his earlier words. Who was being saved? And why

at Max, who, for the first

she mechanically moved towards the bathtub, unaware of

her down

why he wasn't at the sanatorium-why was he

restless. She tossed and turned and barely managed to drift off, only to

en

recall the specifics of that day, but tonight, some details came back

sorting files because Mark had a bad back and struggled with the task daily. So, she and the