Chapter 708
Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)
How long had Aubree known Andrew? It must have been twenty years by now.
Her secret crush, her first love, her open yearningâall of it had been for him. Even now, as she found herself mired in disgrace, too tainted to be touched, she couldnât remain indifferent to the news of his marriage.
Perhaps that was the terrifying nature of affection, like ants consuming an elephant, little by little, day by day. Unbeknownst to herself, she became a slave to love, forever debased in his eyes.
At eighteen, she had thought that if only Andrew could love her back, sheâd be content to remain in humble adoration forever, even if it meant stripping away her pride and risking her life. But Andrew had a heart of stone, only showing a glimmer of tenderness while looking at her in the intimacy of the bedroom.
âAlright, then youâre coming with me.â
Brielle didnât trust Aubree to go out alone in her current state and immediately called Max. The phone connected, and his voice came through, âWhatâs up?â
âI need to borrow your car. Aubree wants to visit Radiant Light Church. Weâre heading out now and will be back tomorrow.â
âDrive safe.â
âWill do.â
Maxâs car arrived swiftly. Brielle took the wheel while Aubree settled into the passenger seat. Seeing how attentive Max was to Brielle, Aubree couldnât help but feel a bit emotional. âI always thought Mr.
Dorsey was a player, leading you on. I never imagined heâd be the most devoted of them all.â
To others, Max seemed indifferent to the world. Aubree even wondered if everything in Maxâs world was a monochrome of cold whites, so dull and colorless, allowing him to dedicate years to his work without a change of heart.
But with Brielle, he was moved, his emotions in disarray As Aubree glanced at the swiftly passing cityscape outside the window, the corners of her mouth twitched in a faint smile. Mr. Dorsey and Andrew were, after all, not the same.
In the hotel room, Andrew took a cold shower but still felt uncomfortable all over. When he smelled Aubreeâs lingering scent in the room, the fire he had managed to suppress flared up again.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he rummaged through the room, eventually finding Aubreeâs personal clothing. He felt like a creep at that moment, lying on the bed Aubree had slept in, inhaling the scent of her garments.
Even then, he couldnât understand why Tessa had to go to such lengths to entice him. She used drugs and undressed to give him physical stimulation. But Aubree only needed a single piece of clothing to get a rise out of him.
Afterward, he buried his face in the pillow, his breath shaky, his body sweaty. If Aubree were actually there, heâd make sure she couldnât leave the bed for three days.
Thinking of her, the desire Andrew had just quenched seemed to boil over once again. âDamn it!â He cursed under his breath, his Adamâs apple bobbing, a sense of frustration building within.
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Ever since heâd hooked up with Autres, heâd never let himself offer like this.
âSon of a bitchâ He swore again, then hoarsely called out, âAubree The name seemed to spill from the depths of his heart, lingering on his tongue, tugging at his very fech It wasnât until the evening that he irritably massaged his temples. What was he doing? How was he any different from some perverted stalker Andrew tossed the clothing into the trash can in a fit of disgust, but no sooner had he done that than he imagined Aubreeâs scolding voice in his head.
Standing tall, his lean, muscular body was a sight to behold, but he was in no mood to appreciate it.
Instead, he bent down and retrieved the clothing from the trash, taking it to the bathroom himself Andrew had never washed clothes in his life, but he scrubbed the garment that was stained with his essence vigorously and lathered it with soap. Once clean and back to its original state, he fetched a hanger from the closet and hung the clothing out to dry. The thought of Aubree wearing the garment again made his throat itch anew. His reason told him to stop thinking about it.
*Damn it!*
He truly felt uncomfortable everywhere. The thought of washing clothes in a hotel was just plain awkward. He took another shower, trying to wash away the unease.
Aubreeâs phone lay on the bed. He was tempted to find out who the other men were that had been with Aubree. So, his hand reached for the phone