Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle felt a twinge of awkwardness when Aubree caught her in that moment, but she couldn't hold back the question that had been burning in her mind. "Aubree, how did you end up becoming a movie star?"

Aubree instinctively glanced at King before delivering the line she had prepared long ago, summing it all up with, "Right place, right time." Knowing Brielle, she wouldn't dig any deeper.

Their conversation flowed until Isaac made his way downstairs.

Aubree froze, her eyes narrowing, then looked at King in shock.

The kid was the spitting image of Max. Clearly, Max's offspring, but with whom? And he's already this grown?novelbin

Aubree's mind was a whirlwind, but then she heard Brielle say, "He's adopted. Uncanny resemblance, right?"

Aubree's heart skipped a beat at the absurdity, but considering where Brielle's memories currently halted, Aubree remained silent.

Their friendship had sparked at a party where they both felt invisible and equally lonely.

So, it wasn't King's deception skills but Brielle's willingness to believe.

Meaning, the Brielle of this age had feelings for this man.

Aubree hadn't seen such an unguarded Brielle in ages. It was as if they'd both traveled back in time before life got complicated. How wonderful that would be.

Brielle invited Aubree to stay for dinner, and since Aubree had the day off, she agreed.

Yet, thoughts of Andrew crept in. By now, he'd probably be home cooking dinner.

Feeling restless but patient, Aubree stayed, enjoying a hearty meal with Brielle.

During dinner, King carefully offered Brielle a piece of steak, urging her to eat more.

Brielle didn't touch it at first, silently pushing it aside.

A flicker of disappointment crossed King's face before he picked up another piece with the serving utensils and offered it again. This time, Brielle accepted it.

Aubree, sitting opposite them, noted every careful interaction between the two.

Her brow furrowed. It was clear as

day they had feelings for each othet Whey playing some kind of wontent

modern romance game?

Aubree's gaze then shifted to Isaac, who behaved impeccably throughout, resembling Max in every way.

Who in the world did Max have this child with?

Was it the doing of a split personality?

Too many questions swirled in Aubree's mind, unanswered.

So, when she finally left, she felt engulfed in a fog of confusion.

Arriving home, she noticed the lights on in the villa across the street. She frowned, wanting to ignore it, but knowing he was always watching, aware of her every move.

Sure enough, the next second, the neighbor's door swung open.

Andrew stood there, apron still on, not having had the chance to

change, worried she'd lock heel nét

and ignore his calls.

"Did you have dinner?"

Aubree felt a tug at her heart, detesting the vulnerability of facing her past self. "I did."

"Hmm."

Andrew stood at the door, offering a single, heavy word before just staring at her. Even as Aubree closed her door, she could feel his gaze piercing through it. Leaning against the door, she sighed. This had become a daily torture. Sometimes, after shooting till 3 AM, she'd find him waiting at the door.

He'd either show up on set or wait at home.

But rather than feeling touched, Aubree felt tormented.

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