Master of his heart

Chapter 652
Ricardo’s skin was a healthy, creamy white, like the most pristine and outstanding teenager you’d bump into on a college
campus, someone who just naturally stood out from the crowd.
Noticing Aubree looking at him, he paused his movements and flashed her a smile. “Does your stomach still hurt?”
Aubree felt a bit better, and as her phone started ringing, she tried to reach for it. She lacked enough strength, slid off the couch,
and hit her head on the coffee table, wincing at the sharp pain.
Ricardo got up and came over to help her back up. Dazed from the bump, Aubree looked up at him with blurry eyes.
It was at that moment that the room’s door swung open. Andrew stood there, flanked by the hotel manager. His pupils shrank as
he took in the sight of the two tangled on the couch. “What the hell are you doing?”
Aubree stiffened, the dizziness in her head vanished instantly, leaving her heart feeling like it had been slashed open. Her face
drained of its last bit of color.
As if he hadn’t heard a thing, Ricardo continued to help her up and guided her back to the couch.
The lobby manager outside witnessed the awkward scene and quickly made his escape. He wasn’t blind. He could tell this was a
lover’s quarrel gone wrong.
Andrew was radiating fury, his chest aching and tingling as if thousands of insects were biting him. The pain was so intense he
couldn’t even think straight.
How could this happen?
He had been searching for Aubree for days, and upon learning that her information had shown up at a Dorsey International hotel,
he came straight from the hospital. He thought Aubree would come to find him as soon as she returned to Beaconsfield.
They hadn’t had sex for a while; she must have missed him. She always couldn’t stay away from him. It must have been the
same this time. She knew Andrew was getting married and hurried back.
Andrew couldn’t contain his excitement on his way here, but he had never expected to open the door to this scene. Aubree was
pinned down by a young guy, staring at him with a dazed and willing expression. It was clear as day – a picture of mutual desire.

Andrew’s heart felt like it had been pierced, panic and rage coursing through him uncontrollably. He strode forward and yanked
Ricardo away.
“Aubree!” Andrew’s grip tightened in her hair, his eyes red with anger. “You... you...”
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How could she stay with another man behind his back!
This bitch!
Andrew felt a humiliation like never before, a foreign emotion that pricked his entire being.
He wanted to strangle her right there. But before he could lay a hand on her, his cheek. stung from a blow.
Aubree was barely able to stand. She trembled and glared at him as if he was some kind. of natural disaster.
Andrew touched his cheek, puzzled. It didn’t hurt, but he
heart was in sharp pain. He couldn’t understand this feeling, only that Aubree’s actions had infuriated him.
Exactly, Aubree found another man behind his back, and he caught her red–handed. Had she been hooking up with someone
else for the last two days? His tongue licked at his cheek, tasting the bitterness of blood, and he let out a cold laugh.
Aubree was shaking all over, retreating from his approach, backing away like a cornered animal.
Help. She wanted to flee from here, to go anywhere but where Andrew was.
Tears welled up and spilled over as she looked at Ricardo as if pleading for rescue.
Andrew noticed her gaze had shifted from him, his heart skipping a beat. Uncontrollably, almost panicking, he reached out for
her.
“Aubree, you-”
“Don’t touch me!”

Aubree backed away, falling clumsily to the floor. The water from the coffee table spilled over her chest, but she was oblivious to
it and just kept retreating further, wanting to get as far from Andrew as possible.
Andrew stood frozen as if struck by a spell. He had never felt this way before. It was as if he’d been slapped a dozen times or
like a giant hand had clutched his heart.
He realized something was wrong with him, as he shouldn’t have been that angry. It was, just Aubree with another man. Wasn’t
he tired of her anyway?
However, he felt as if his bones were being crushed, the pain making his eyes redden.