Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1537

Every corner was explored, every sensation heightened from skin to soul. Aubree turned to spot a wolf, somehow perched on the dense railings, pacing before leaping off again. The thrill of the wild and the thrill from another person made her heart race.

Matthew was in remarkable shape, his energy seemingly endless. That night, he didn't stop. Initially calling her Aubree, his whispers soon shifted to "Lynn," signaling his growing desire. Aubree found herself more uninhibited than ever, but by morning, exhaustion hit hard. He carried her back to bed, gently cleaning her with a towel before letting her rest. Then he dressed and went out to start the car.

Watching the world through the car window, Aubree still couldn't fathom why she had allowed Matthew into her life. The previous night had been a whirlwind, the kind that could charm any woman into the arms of such a captivating young man. From Matthew, she'd picked up a new mantra: "Seize the day."

Returning to Beaconsfield, they arrived just in time for Desiree Clements' birthday bash. As a Clements family member, Aubree was expected to attend. She also received a call from Casey about a shoot starting next week, urging her to be ready.

After her time away, everyone noticed a change in Aubree. Especially Brielle, who thought she looked more beautiful than ever, as if a light shone from within. Indeed, a simple change in demeanor can amplify one's beauty. Already striking, Aubree now seemed capable of turning heads anywhere.

"Aubree, where've you been?" someone asked.

raised an eyebrow. "Just a little getaway. Really opened my

completely faded. At the Clements' dinner, she wore a dress that represented the family well, struggling to conceal the marks. After standing for two hours,

her as he flicked away a cigarette. Aubree tensed but continued applying her lipstick calmly. Andrew discarded the cigarette and approached,

finished with her lipstick and stashed it in her bag. "Can't you see? Love bites,"

emotions surged-anger, pain-nearly overwhelming him. "Aubree!

Aubree felt a wave of shame, as if being with Matthew had tarnished her somehow. But

her tears, Andrew let go abruptly, his

voice cracked with disbelief

down his

the marks, his fingers rough against her skin. Aubree winced. "Stop it," she pleaded attempting

sorry," she whispered, closing her

between rage and heartache. Why was she apologizing? They'd never had a real relationship. Even when they'd been close, he'd always warned her not to aspire to Tessa's place. He'd never acknowledged being with Aubree, and she had always been single. She owed