Master of his heart

Chapter 71
Brielle shoved her head away in exasperation, flinging open the car door and
stepping out. “That's enough, really.”
Aubree handed her scarf back, “I'm just telling it like it is. The guy’s so distant,
barely talks, and it's hard to imagine him wanting to leave all those marks on a
woman's skin. It's like he’s not worried at all about your affair coming to light, you
know?”
As Brielle wrapped the scarf around her neck, she pondered the question.
Indeed, since she started sleeping with Max, he'd never made any effort to hide
their relationship. Was he truly fearless, or just didn’t care?
Aubree stepped up to her, a trace of seriousness in her eyes, “Look, fun is fun,
but knowingly diving into an abyss? That's not you, Bri. You're not like me. I fell
for Andrew, and I can't get back up.”
Just mentioning Andrew’s name seemed to steal Aubree’s breath. “Don't fall for
the wrong person.”
That was her advice.
Brielle didn’t know what to say; she instinctively wanted to dodge the topic.
Everyone knew that falling for Max was like a moth to a flame—you could easily
get burned to ashes by his allure. And yet, some people seemed to court
destruction, flirting with death.
There were countless such moths, so the question was: were the moths too
foolish, or was the flame too bright?
They entered the apartment, and Aubree slumped into the sofa like she had no
bones.
The ladies of the Beaconsfield social circles had their own little group chats, and
now the chatter was all about Andrew's watch purchase.
Everyone thought Andrew bought it for Tessa, as he gave all his true feelings to
that person.
Aubree pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a practiced flick of her lighter, and took a
deep drag. After blowing a perfect smoke ring, she touched the scar on her neck.
It was a three—centimeter—long mark.
“You know I told you I got this scar from falling, right?” she said with a chuckle.
Brielle hung up her coat and grabbed a drink from the fridge, “Yeah, wasn't that
it?”
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Aubree seemed to relive the scene as she took the cigarette from her mouth. “I
never expected to witness that. For all the arrogance Andrew showed every day,
he too could be rejected. I feared he was heartbroken, so foolishly, I ran over to
him, declaring my love, suggesting we could be together. Andrew was still
holding the rejected gift. For the first time, I saw embarrassment and anger in his
eyes. He threw the carefully wrapped present at me, and the sharp metal edge
slashed my neck like this.”
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Her voice was calm as she touched
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the scar. “That night, he still came to
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my room, and joe fury him away!
He aould fuk “then just crook his
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finger, and I'd forgive him. That's love
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Max was hardly an improvement over Andrew. At least Andrew had a heart, even
if it wasn't for her. But Max? Did he even have a heart to give?
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He didn't even have genuine feelings,
elusive like winter SINE aucheut
Ry Pad caught i? Ket Once the
temperature rose, it disappeared
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