Master of his heart

Chapter 607

On the balcony, Tessa finally heard the commotion from the room. She quickly pocketed her phone. The video was her ace in the hole, not to be shared recklessly. It was to be kept safe.

Whenever she felt down, she’d watch it and enjoy how Aubree was defiled on the bed by several

men.

A smirk played on her cheeks as she entered the bedroom. “Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep and ended up flipping on the TV. Did I wake you, Andrew?”

Andrew didn’t speak, feeling a bitter tang in his chest. The urge to lash out was strong. He rubbed his temples, his voice flat. “Turn off the TV.”

For some reason, Tessa didn’t dare provoke him now. He was having nightmares, perhaps? He seemed so grim, his pallor ghastly.

She hurriedly shut off the TV and tiptoed to the bed, wrapping her arms around him. “Let’s just sleep.”

Andrew, fighting a wave of nausea, lay back down.

At the hospital.

expressions grim. Everyone knew what she had endured, but no one dared ask

and assuring her that the missing tooth

rather endured all

blinked her stinging eyes. Her body ached, and she was utterly speechless. Her throat felt like it

the end of time. Her voice was weak, and her body was drenched in sweat.

rushed to the en–suite bathroom to vomit. Her stomach burned as if on fire. Closing

for good, but the violation

stomach convulsed, spasming. Yet she called for no doctor, almost relishing the revolt of her body. It felt like breaking down, sinking into the mire, into the

right away. Aubree had asked for space, probably to process things

Chapter 607

hallway. He looked shaken, undoubtedly by the events he’d witnessed. After a moment’s thought, Brielle offered him some

colorful sweets in his palm, his face flushing. “Ms. Haywood, I’m not a kid

it. You’ve been through

her eyes red, a clear sign of her own struggle against immense pain. Still, she sought

“No. Ms. Haywood, am I going to