Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 821

Andrew couldn't even be bothered to say hello; the mutual disdain was palpable.

Brielle made her way over to Aubree, who was in the middle of removing her stage makeup, signaling that her morning scenes were done.

"Have you moved already?" Brielle asked.

Aubree met her gaze through the mirror and nodded slowly. "Yep, I bought the house, so of course, I moved. It's close to Pearl Estate, but it's huge and feels... lonely."

Aubree truly was lonely. Cut off from the Clements family, without friends, and unable to stand the thought of sharing her space with someone else.

For her, acting was the only escape.

Brielle didn't want to intrude on Aubree's ritual, so she stepped out.

Once her makeup was off, Aubree headed to the dressing room to change. She had just slipped off her jacket when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her close. Dressed in just a tank top, Aubree's brows knit together in irritation. "Get out," she said coldly.

Andrew rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice laden with emotion. "No."

His eyes were bloodshot from waiting all day and night, and she hadn't even spared him a glance.

The cramped, mirror-lined dressing room, hastily thrown together for the production, was barely twenty square meters.

Aubree struggled to push him away, but a noise startled her-someone had burst into the room.

Tessa stood there, her pupils dilating at the sight of the two in an embrace. Her hair was a mess, and a red slap mark marred her cheek.

She had just left Alivia's place, where she ran into some old friends who didn't hesitate to shame her, calling her sickly.

She had slapped one of them, but her own face had quickly swollen from the retaliation.

were spreading that Andrew didn't

How could that be?

Aubree's words; after all these years

was Aubree's fault, that

could ruin Aubree's face, Andrew would come

felt as if someone had struck her on

seducing Andrew again! Go to

fling the contents of the glass bottle she

was acid

bottle flew into the

and chest were

clothes sizzling as

hear nothing but the acrid smell in her nostrils

Tessa's

bits of acid on

just watched Andrew, watched how carefully he protected Aubree, ignoring

as he checked

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

frantically inspecting her. Tessa sat just two meters away, her exposed

he was blind to her. He only had

the physical pain, only the unbearable ache in her

as she suddenly

all her strength, she lunged,

All kicked her aside,&

dagger embedded itself

her shoulder. elf in

spit