Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree collapsed onto the bed, her mind buzzing with thoughts, partly because of the familiar face she'd seen earlier that day. Just as she was about to drift into sleep, she heard him say, "If you're feeling worn out, take a break. Don't push yourself too hard for the movie." "That's not it," she murmured, still lost in her thoughts. "Mr. Casey's new script has award written all over it."

Andrew got up and headed to the bathroom, coming back with a clean washcloth, a basin of warm water, and makeup remover wipes. At first, he was clueless about all the beauty products that were part of her routine. But when Aubree started coming home late and crashing with her makeup still on, he took it upon himself to learn.

He gently soaked a wipe in makeup remover, carefully wiping away the day from her face. Then he washed her face with a bit of facial cleanser. In these moments, Aubree was exceptionally cooperative, lying still and serene.

He remembered her saying how not removing makeup properly could cause skin issues, something he took to heart, ensuring her skin was thoroughly cleansed. Afterward, he'd often massage her temples, a trick he learned from a local wellness coach who mixed traditional methods with modern relaxation techniques to ease headaches and fatigue.

During these massages, Aubree would sometimes rest her head on his lap, eyes closed, occasionally letting out a satisfied sigh. These quiet moments were precious to Andrew, a stark contrast to the rest of their time when Aubree was hardly around due to her busy schedule.

Even though he longed to be with

kept him tied to Beaconsfield, leaving him to snatch brief moments with Aubree

with the film crew

could even catch up.

else, announcing her engagement, filled him with fear. The roles had reversed; Aubree, who once centered her life around him,

needed.

slipped

back to her

their closeness, a long-held yearning fulfilled. But the next morning, Andrew's coldness and scorn left her feeling ashamed and

by her past mistakes. Yet even asleep, she felt a tender