Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1546

Aubree knew she shouldn’t let her feelings get all mixed up over a stranger. But there was Julia, chatting away with a smile that lit up her face, making her look even more like Tessa. Aubree's grip on the steering wheel tightened when she saw the man standing with Julia—it was Andrew.

The sight was like a punch to the gut, yanking her back to the past. She'd watched those two together more times than she cared to remember. Even though Andrew looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, his impatience barely contained, it still stung to see him.

The blaring horns behind her jolted Aubree out of her thoughts, and she drove off. Andrew, meanwhile, was caught up in a minor fender bender with the woman’s car. The road led to Aubree's place, and the delay was making him edgy. Seeing the woman's face made his stomach churn, and his irritation grew.

Julia, who’d been living abroad, wasn’t up to speed with the new developments in Beaconsfield. After Andrew explained twice and she still didn’t get it, his patience snapped. He got back in his car. “Someone will contact you about the damages. I’ve got things to do.”

“But Mr. Ni—” Julia began, but Andrew had already driven off. She pouted, glancing towards where Aubree had vanished, eyebrows slightly raised.

By then, Aubree had reached Stellar Stage Entertainment to hash out her schedule with her agent. Her phone rang—it was Andrew. He was outside her door, probably having rung the bell with no answer. Though he had a key, he hesitated to use it and called instead.

Aubree stared at the flashing number, staying silent. On his third call, she blinked and picked up. “Andrew.”

He meant to ask where she was, but the calmness in her voice unnerved him. It was too calm, like all the love and hate had just vanished. But could that even be, after all those years, after being childhood sweethearts?

Andrew glanced at the takeout in his hand before asking, “Where are you?”

“Stellar Stage Entertainment.”

“I’ll come over.”

“No need.” Aubree was exhausted, rubbing her temples. “Really, Andrew. Don’t bother.”