Master of his heart

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Brielle wasn’t at all surprised when her phone lit up with Aubree’s name. The last thing she wanted was for Aubree to bring up Andrew and Tessa’s wedding.

“Bri, are you hurt?”

Brielle was taken aback. She hadn’t told anyone about her injury, and it wasn’t circulating online. How did Aubree find out?

“Yeah.”

‘Did Andrew do it?”

Brielle really wanted to downplay it, to say it was just a minor concussion, something a couple of days‘ rest could fix. But suddenly, she felt a pang of cunning. She didn’t want to explain. Maybe this would push Aubree to distance herself from Andrew. Between her safety and her love for Andrew, Aubree would surely choose the former..

“Yeah, Aubree, you coming back?”

The turmoil in Aubree’s eyes roiled like a stormy sea upon hearing Brielle’s confirmation. She wished she could teleport back to Beaconsfield.

Those assholes!

a deep breath to steady herself, Aubree replied, “Yeah, I’ll be back by morning to see

You focus on your shoot. Don’t worry

hung up, still concerned about Aubree’s mental state. With the news of Andrew’s marriage spreading online, Aubree likely knew about it, but she showed

the private hospital room swung open, and Max emerged. The room was a luxury suite, complete with a small kitchenette but only one

the hook, but he hadn’t picked up once. His hair was damp

Brielle awake.

As the heir to the Dorsey family, his public outburst was a disgrace. Worrying about both Aubree and Max made Brielle feel like her heart was being fried.

“I hold fifty–one percent of

Michael had something up

worry. Sleep,” Max murmured,

amplified, and she suddenly propped herself up on his lap. “Max, you’re not going to break up with

too busy for sex lately, and her move had ignited a fire within him. He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No,

think of

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