Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713 

Relief Пooded Tesso as she realized it was Kenzo on the line–not Aubree. That was a bullet dodged. A playful smile graced her lips, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. “Mmmm, don’t forget tonight is our wedding night,” she teased 

She tiptoed up and planted a soft kiss on Andrew’s lips, lingering and deepening the embrace with a growing passion. They shared a ten–minute kiss in front of the photographer, a marathon of affection before finally porting 

Kissing women was not something Andrew was averse to, especially kissing Tossa. They had been fiancés for so long, so kissing had become second nature to them. However, he had felt a distinct lack of engagement at that particular moment and had compensated by pulling her closer and employing some instinctual techniques 

Once he released her, he was eager to head out. His mind was preoccupied with whether Aubree wanted to see him or if it was truly just about a trivial thing like a cellphone. Their relationship had hit a rough patch, and Aubree’s demeanor towards him had turned odd. almost as if he was some sort of predator. It used to be that a simple beckoning from him would have had Aubree coming to him meekly; now, he found himself having to approach her 

As soon as he got into his car, his phone rang again. “No need to come to the hotel. I’m outside your honeymoon villa. Just come out and hand me the phone. I need it urgently. Her voice wavered slightly as if she’d had a little drink 

A crease formed between Andrew’s brows, puzzled by her intentions, but he agreed. I’m not at the honeymoon villa. Just wait there. III 

be ten minutes.” 

Aubree leaned back in her car seat, silently gazing out at the world. Five hours earlier she and Brielle had finally found the wish card Brielle had left hanging heavily among many others. 

It read–May Andrew and Aubree be bound together for a lifetime. 

She had made that wish, and now she personally took down the card, tossed it into the burning pot, and watched as it slowly caught fire and tumed to ash. 

Love, it seemed, was just like that–intense and fiery in its prime, leaving not even a pitiful echo in its wake. When it came, it was like waves crashing over her, when it left, it was like mist fading away. 

Twenty years of her life, her entire youth had burned away in that small, bright flame. 

On the way to the Radiant Light Church, she couldn’t help but cry. On her return, she felt a chilling indifference. 

It was as if the version of Aubree who had loved Andrew, had taken a leap off the cliff outside the Radiant Light Church and was now dead. 

Her lips curled into a cold smirk as she opened the sunroof, framing the moon above. This small window to the sky perfectly captured the lunar orb. 

Ten minutes later, she heard a car approach. Andrew appeared, walking up to her vehicle and leaning down to knock on her window. 

Aubree slowly rolled down the glass, facing Andrew outside, 

Andrew handed her the phone, his gaze fixed intently on her. “Where were you today?” he asked. 

“Went to light some candles, did you?” 

“Hopeful for Tessa and me to split up?” 

“Yeah, that would give me a chance, wouldn’t it?” 

Their banter was as disjointed as ever. Aubree had humbled herself with such probes countless times before, hopeful and cautious in her gaze, but the response was always the same.