Master of his heart

Chapter 565
When she mentioned “a lifetime,” her voice caught, and she reached out, pulling
Brielle’s hand over and then Max's, stacking them together.
Brielle raised a hand to massage her temples. How much had Aubree actually
had to drink?
“You're plastered. I'll drive you home.”
Aubree looked up at her with a nod. “Yeah, back to Andrew's place. Dawn's
breaking, and it's his birthday. I got ingredients to bake a cake.” Drunk as she
was, she still remembered Andrew's birthday.
Together, Brielle and Max supported her out of the bar.
Max was unaccustomed to being so close to another woman, feeling utterly
uncomfortable. After settling Aubree in the car, Max went to drive, noticing the
scent of booze on his coat.
Slumped against Brielle’s shoulder, Aubree’s face flushed. She mumbled
incoherently, no one understood a word she said. Brielle was concerned Aubree
might tumble to the floor with all her fidgeting, so one hand steadied Aubree’s
head.
They pulled up to where Aubree lived, and Brielle fished out the keys to help her
inside.
The doorman furrowed his brows upon seeing Aubree. “There she goes again,
coming home late every night. She didn’t even go home for the holidays and was
always out drinking. I really don’t know what her family taught her. A girl should
have some self-respect and self-love. Last time, she was caught fooling around
in a car right down there, and now the whole complex
knows about it.”
Brielle’s face darkened as her gaze fell upon the doorman. Max glanced over as
well. The doorman shivered, feeling the pressure, and dared not say another
word.
Brielle had been to Aubree’s place before, but Aubree hardly stayed there
anymore. She was mostly at Andrew's place. She hadn't expected Aubree to be
alone during the holidays, and suddenly felt guilty for not calling more often.
Once in the room, Aubree crashed on the couch and fell asleep.
Brielle looked at Max, sharing a moment of helplessness. “Max, why don't you
wait for me downstairs?” The room was a mess with scattered bottles, jackets,
and lingerie. It was unbearable to have him stand amidst the chaos. Max nodded
and stepped out.
Brielle gently wiped Aubree’s face with a warm towel.
Aubree opened her eyes and saw her, her eyes welling up. “Bri, never fall in love
with someone.” It had become her obsession. Loving the wrong person could be
painful, but even loving the right one wasn’t always sweet. Hatred and fear often
stemmed from love.
Sighing, Brielle cleaned Aubree’s cheeks, neck, and fingers. Aubree seemed
more sober now,
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staring at the ceiling as silent tears fell.
Brielle’s heart ached at the sight, and then banging on the door jolted her — more
like smashing. *Heads up, Aubree! Open up. The boys are here to patronize your
“business!"”
“Out gallivanting all night again, huh? What, got picked up in a car again?”
“You're trash. Can't keep still without a man for a day.”
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became neighborhood gossip, a few
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too big; they all assumed she was
promiscuous. The women despised
her. They thought their husband
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Aubree was ostracized by the entire building, silent violence condoned by all. But
she felt powerless, even unwilling to resist. The harsher they were, the more she
mocked herself — the price of loving someone.
Had she done something wrong?
Her mistake was harboring a crush on Andrew, giving in when he came onto her,
and then. unable to let go, she ended up scorned like this.
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flared. She was about to storm Qi
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The jeering men could barely stand from the pain, their lips quivering as they
scurried away.
Max's frown was prominent, and Brielle, sensing his mood, reached out to grasp
his hand. “Didn't I tell you to wait downstairs?”
“It's cold.”
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Brielle guessed he was worried about
her and was about to invite him in the
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Die Blt stood firm, pulling
out his phone and dialing Andrew.
Since their fight, this was the first
time they had contacted each other.
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