Master of his heart

Chapter 654

Andrew’s chest heaved with a violent rhythm, and he felt a dampness on his cheeks. He lifted a hand to touch it, but couldn’t quite identify the sensation. His hands were covered in blood, so he assumed it was blood on his face as well.

Only Ricardo could see clearly, It was tears. Was Andrew crying?

Andrew seemed oblivious to it. His nose tingled, his lips pursed and unpursed, but no complete sentence would come out. The pain was so intense he felt like doubling over, yet he resisted. He didn’t want to show any signs of weakness in front of Aubree.

His palm, slashed and still bleeding, turned his complexion pater by the second. In the silence, he heard Aubree’s clear voice cut through.“Just leave.*

The pain was so acute it had become numbness. He just stared at Aubree, and it took what seemed like an eternity before he managed to utter a single question. “Are you… Are you possessed or something?”

That cruelty couldn’t be Aubree’s.

He turned to leave, each step an agony, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. As he reached the door, Aubree still said nothing to stop him from leaving. His heart ached even more. He rounded the comer and couldn’t help but want to crouch down.

hotel manager, witnessing Andrew’s bloodied state, dialed 911 in a panic. “Mr. Clements, are you alright? Please, don’t scare me.”

tenfold, a hundred fold. He must have been in a nightmare.

so dearly to awaken from it. Come on, wake up.

the hotel room, she was greeted

up to her chest, while the cleaning staff summoned by Ricardo were tidying the room. The bloodstains and the trash emitted

first checked on Aubree, who was unharmed. After ensuring that Ricardo was fine, too, she let out

“What happened?”

a surge of emotions she’d held back broke free. She clung

back, feeling her heart sink. Ricardo hadn’t provided details over the phone, only that Aubree was in trouble. Now, hearing

of her wishing she could confront Andrew and end it all.

Brielle’s arms for a while, she

a blanket over her and turned to Ricardo. “What did Andrew do?”

frowned, struggling to explain. Finally, he admitted, “It doesn’t seem like

blood, but it seemed unlikely he would die. The guy

her temples. “Ricardo,