Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 765

Brielle didn't plan to ask Andrew. She noticed that Aubree's wounds had already been tended to. “What happened?”

Looking slightly resigned, Aubree raised a hand to rub her forehead. “Just took a tumble while filming, scraped up a bit, that’s all.”

Brielle asked the doctor to make sure the wounds weren't deep and breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared the crap out of me.”

The last thing she wanted was more news about Aubree getting hurt.

She had driven there with her fingers trembling on the wheel. Thankfully, it was only a minor injury.

Aubree didn't say a word, but she understood why Brielle was acting this way. Both of them were haunted by the memories of that night - one pretending not to care, and the other pretending they could help each other move on.

In truth, neither had moved on.

Brielle's legs were still shaky, and after taking a deep breath, she patted Aubree's shoulder. “Where’s Ricardo? Have you two eaten dinner?”

“Ms. Haywood.”

No sooner had she spoken than Ricardo's voice came from outside, his hands carrying a bag of medical supplies.

Brielle nodded. “Let's head back, Aubree, skip filming tonight. I know it’s just a scratch, but don’t push yourself.”

Aubree agreed.

The three of them walked out, naturally bumping into Andrew.

He had been leaning against the wall and straightened up instantly upon seeing them. Anxious about a sharp retort from Aubree, he turned away, rasping, “I was just passing by.”

His fingertips dangled by his side. When Aubree had fallen, he had rushed to cushion her fall, and his hand had been pierced by sharp glass. He just kept his injured palm against his trousers, the fabric soaking up the blood, leaving no trace on the ground.

His face was tinged with pain, yet he seemed numb, pursing his lips and deliberately avoiding Aubree’s gaze.

Aubree frowned, oblivious to his injury. “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong next time.” She didn’t need Andrew’s rescue, preferring to take the fall herself.

Andrew felt a pang in his chest. His breathing was erratic, but he still didn't dare look at her.

Afraid that the disgust in her eyes would pierce through him, he chose to flee.

“Yeah.” He murmured, his eyes reddening with unshed tears.

Aubree didn't notice his distress. She followed Brielle and Ricardo into the elevator.

Ricardo, however, cast a lingering glance at Andrew. He chose to silent.

Brielle had wanted Aubree to stay with her at Pearl Estate that night. Aubree’s house was sold, and she was temporarily staying with the crew. However, Aubree insisted on returning to the set, mentioning Ricardo had scenes to shoot that evening.