Master of his heart

Chapter 567

Chapter 567

she was here, suffering the wrath of a wicked hangover, and these two decided to flaunt their love while she was out cold. Where was their conscience?

Clamping a hand over her mouth, she dashed for the bathroom and heaved a resounding “ugh” into the toilet.

Brielle arched an eyebrow. The timing of it all was a bit too perfect, as if Aubree was sickened by their display of affection.

Noticing Max’s darkening expression, Brielle quickly softened her tone, “Go back, I’ll take care of her. She was alone over the holidays, and I’m worried.”

Once Max had left, Brielle grabbed a bottle of mineral water and headed for the bathroom.

With reddened eyes from retching, Aubree caught sight of Brielle in the mirror and hastily turned on the faucet to rinse away the mess. Then, she brushed her teeth with earnestness.

Once she was done, she covered her eyes with her hands. “Bri, do I look terrible?”

Brielle was at a loss for words. Everyone knew the unspoken moral standards, but once you were in the thick of it, was it really that simple to make the best decision? If emotions could be quantified and regulated, then the world wouldn’t be full of stories about love and loss.

had met first. Just when it came to matters

terrible. Are you hungry? I can whip up some

and

smile. “It’s so late, you should sleep. The guest room’s always ready, and no one’s used

eyes caught the pile of melatonin on the shelf, her brow furrowing. “Have you

quickly stashed the medication back into the cabinet, her movements a tad frantic. “Not really, just

it pained her to see Aubree

Knowing it herself was one thing, but hearing it

mustered a faint smile. “Yeah, I heard Tessa’s been under the weather. Andrew’s always treated her like she’s made of glass. He’s bound to

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sick, Andrew never once stayed with her.

was painfully aware that she was nothing more than a toy for him to play with when he felt lonely, Sometimes, he would toy with her as casually as one relieves themselves – a zipper down, a zipper up, and it was over without ever asking how she felt, like that time outside her apartment

many times to count, so much that

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