Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1537

Every corner was explored, every sensation heightened from skin to soul. Aubree turned to spot a wolf, somehow perched on the dense railings, pacing before leaping off again. The thrill of the wild and the thrill from another person made her heart race.

Matthew was in remarkable shape, his energy seemingly endless. That night, he didn't stop. Initially calling her Aubree, his whispers soon shifted to "Lynn," signaling his growing desire. Aubree found herself more uninhibited than ever, but by morning, exhaustion hit hard. He carried her back to bed, gently cleaning her with a towel before letting her rest. Then he dressed and went out to start the car.

Watching the world through the car window, Aubree still couldn't fathom why she had allowed Matthew into her life. The previous night had been a whirlwind, the kind that could charm any woman into the arms of such a captivating young man. From Matthew, she'd picked up a new mantra: "Seize the day."

Returning to Beaconsfield, they arrived just in time for Desiree Clements' birthday bash. As a Clements family member, Aubree was expected to attend. She also received a call from Casey about a shoot starting next week, urging her to be ready.

After her time away, everyone noticed a change in Aubree. Especially Brielle, who thought she looked more beautiful than ever, as if a light shone from within. Indeed, a simple change in demeanor can amplify one’s beauty. Already striking, Aubree now seemed capable of turning heads anywhere.

“Aubree, where’ve you been?” someone asked.

Aubree raised an eyebrow. “Just a little getaway. Really opened my mind.”

But the memory of her night with Matthew still sent shivers down her spine. Three days had passed, yet the marks hadn’t completely faded. At the Clements’ dinner, she wore a dress that represented the family well, struggling to conceal the marks. After standing for two hours, she finally stole a moment to retouch her makeup, only to see Andrew’s reflection in the mirror.

His eyes, red-rimmed, focused intently on her as he flicked away a cigarette. Aubree tensed but continued applying her lipstick calmly. Andrew discarded the cigarette and approached, tugging at her collar to reveal the marks. His heart clenched painfully.

“What’s this?” he demanded coldly.

Aubree finished with her lipstick and stashed it in her bag. “Can’t you see? Love bites,” she replied coolly, lowering her lashes.