Master of his heart

Chapter 646
In the hospital, Brielle watched as Max’s expression darkened after he took a call. She suspected it had something to do with the
Dorsey and Clements families.
The incident had been witnessed by too many, and although Michael had managed to suppress the news, the word had
definitely spread within their circles. The bad publicity meant the two families would have to sit down and hash things out.
“Max, maybe keep your hands to yourself next time.”
Those punches he had thrown at Andrew had even hurt her to watch. Andrew hadn’t been knocked out by the glass shards but
had nearly been floored by Max’s fists. Though, if she was being honest, it had felt pretty satisfying. After all, she had long
wanted to give Andrew a piece of her mind.
Tessa’s audacity to treat Aubree that way was a direct result of Andrew’s years of indulgence. Why could he still live so carefree?
Max sat at the edge of her hospital bed with a light chuckle, “It’s nothing.”
How could it be nothing? Michael already wasn’t fond of her, and now he probably detested her completely.
“Aren’t you going back to the Dorseys?”
“No need. Whatever they had to discuss, they’ve surely sorted it out by now.”
“I don’t want to stay in the hospital.”
Brielle tugged gently at his shirt, looking up at him, “I’m really okay. Can we just go home. tonight?” Just the thought of Andrew
and Tessa being in the same hospital made her feel nauseated.
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Max remained unmoved, sitting by her bedside, “We’ll leave in the morning.”
That was as much of a compromise as he was willing to make. Brielle sighed, resigned, “Okay.”
Meanwhile, Tessa was fighting the urge to vomit blood in another room. She replayed the video of Aubree, finding relief as she
watched her pitiful state and tears. She had promised Marissa not to leak the video, but she hadn’t said anything about not

sending it directly to Aubree herself.
Did Aubree know she was being filmed? Did she know the video was now in Tessa’s hands? If she didn’t, the video would
probably drive her insane.
Tessa’s mood lifted, her lips curving into a smile as she felt less pain in her body. She tapped on Aubree’s contact and sent the
video. [Bitch, look at how all these men fucked you. And just so you know, Andrew and I are getting married soon.]
After sending that, still feeling unsatisfied, she sent another message. [Oh, and your probably don’t know, but today, Andrew
nearly killed Brielle.]
Having sent those messages, Tessa finally felt a bit of relief from the pent–up rage.
Coughing and clutching her chest, she lay back on the bed, exhausted from the recent turmoil. All she needed was for Andrew to
marry her. Then, she could survive anything.
She closed her eyes.
Elsewhere, Aubree and her crew were packing up for the night. They were about to shoot the last scene, where she had to
embrace Ricardo.
In this movie, they were siblings living at the bottom of society. The word ‘siblings‘ instantly reminded her of her relationship with
Andrew, making her stomach churn.
Ricardo noticed her discomfort and patted her back. “Aubree, you need a break?”
Aubree didn’t feel the usual aversion towards Ricardo, probably because he had seen her at her worst. There was no need to
pretend.
She shook her head, pushing through the last scene before stepping away to vomit out of sight. She had lost count of how many
times she had thrown up recently. The presence of strange men triggered her body to react.
Ricardo came over with a bottle of water and handed it to her as he noticed her significant weight loss. “We’re heading back to
Beaconsfield tomorrow, Aubree. Maybe you should see a therapist.”
“It’s okay

Aubree rinsed her mouth and wiped her tears, then her phone buzzed. Only she and John had phones on set. The rest were
turned in.
She picked up the phone and saw Tessa’s messages. As she watched the video, reliving the ordeal, the men’s insults, her own
terror, she thought she’d scream or be too sick to sleep.
But she was calm..
Ricardo leaned in to peek and frowned. He didn’t like the catty drama between women. He reached for her phone to delete the
video.
“Don’t,” Aubree said, her voice hoarse. She closed her eyes and opened the second message, feeling anger ignite within her.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed Brielle’s number. Was Brielle hurt because of Andrew?