Master of his heart

Chapter 645

Andrew’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he eyed the stark red ink on the pristine tissue. He squinted, almost wishing Max would knock him out cold so he wouldn’t have to face such a dilemma.

And something about Marissa’s demeanor seemed off. If she was so repulsed, why hadn’t she put a stop to this wedding? Wasn’t she always so concerned about the Clements family’s reputation?

Andrew just couldn’t figure it out. Moreover, he couldn’t find any excuse to turn down Tessa. Wasn’t this marriage what he had been aiming for all along?

He dropped his gaze, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in his heart. “Yeah.”

Ecstasy flitted across Tessa’s eyes as she pressed her pale lips together. “I’ll cooperate with the doctor and get well soon, Andrew. How about we go pick out a wedding dress in a few days?”

Andrew’s irritation grew, but then he thought, if he were to get married, Aubree might come back, right?

With a firm answer from Andrew, Tessa left the hospital room on cloud nine. As she passed by Brielle’s room, she paused, tempted to go in and gloat. However, before she could step in, the sight of the man standing by the window sucked the bravado right out of her.

retreating, but it was too late. Brielle had seen her, and so had Max,

even further. “Andrew and I are getting married next week. We’ll send

meant for Brielle–they were

come,

in. “How do you know the wedding will even happen? Do you know why Andrew got hurt? He was pushing me for Aubree’s whereabouts, He’s hunting her down like a rabid dog. I doubt

crafted façade shattered, her face twisting as

cool. She was going to marry Andrew anyway. Brielle’s words must’ve been out of desperation. That bitch could see just how blissful she and Andrew would be.

gone, Brielle pressed her lips together and fell silent. Max closed the

phone rang–It

there are only a few usable locations. I’ve thought it over, and I’d rather shoot at my old stomping ground. You’ve been there. It’s the perfect mix of cityscape and back alleys, a stark contrast. As for the small–town scenes, we’ve got a few segments that work, so I’m here asking for permission to head back tomorrow.”

guard, her irritation

“Have the phones been distributed

all had signed NDAS, and their

them out

about to breathe a sigh of relief when John’s tone shifted. “However, Miss Aubree took her phone. I didn’t stop her. You said she’s a

fulfill her duties.”