Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1256

Aubree had come to realize that holding onto hatred for someone was just as consuming and challenging as loving them. That's why she never let herself hate Andrew. She just felt there was no point in getting tangled up with him anymore.

Yet, here was Andrew, almost glued to her side, keeping a watchful eye on her, just like she used to do for him. The difference was, her actions had been driven by deep love. Andrew's behavior now seemed more rooted in guilt. But for that matter, she didn't need

anyone's guilt. Those who deserved their comeuppance had already received it.

Taking a deep breath, Aubree decided to take a relaxing bath. Wrapped in a towel, she sat on the couch, studying her lines for tomorrow. Acting had become her way of experiencing different lives, and now, it gave her life meaning. Plus, she had a massive fan base. A single tweet from her could easily get over a hundred thousand comments. She felt the love of so many.

She once saw her lonely reflection in Brielle, but things had changed. Both she and Brielle were now surrounded by an intense love. It was a wonderful feeling.

After memorizing her lines, she rubbed her temples, ready to drift off to sleep. But then the lights flickered and the room plunged into darkness. It wasn't just her home; the whole neighborhood seemed to be cloaked in shadow. A power outage in the city center? That was almost unheard of.

She reached for her phone on the coffee table, only to find it had mysteriously powered off. Panic set in swiftly, sweat beading on her forehead as if she was surrounded by unseen voices. Aubree's breathing became labored. She tried to head to her bedroom but tripped over something, spilling coffee all over herself in the process.

Fear of the dark and the thought of someone else in her bed sliced through her like a knife. Lying on the floor, immobilized as if bound, tears streamed down her face. Her foot ached, her body shivered from cold despite the mild air temperature. A chill seemed to race from her feet to her head, leaving her trembling.

She grabbed a blanket from the couch, curling up on the floor, clutching her ears tightly. The voices of fear seemed to penetrate every defense, tormenting her heart. Then she heard her name. "Aubree?!"

Unsure of who it could be, she didn't dare look up, eyes firmly shut. Andrew stood outside, calling her name, candle in hand. It was still early; she should have been in the living room. "Aubree?!"

Receiving no response, he kicked the door open to find silence within. He rushed in, immediately spotting the huddled figure beside the couch. His heart clenched in pain, frozen in place before swiftly moving to help her up.

"Aubree, what's wrong? Are you in pain? Stomachache?!"

Aubree remained silent, her whole body shaking. Andrew, placing the candle on the coffee table to stabilize it, then wrapped his arms around her.

"Where does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital!"

His voice trembled with anxiety, his hand first checking her forehead for fever, then moving to her stomach.

"Is it your stomach?"

The candle's glow, though she had

her eyes closed, felt like salvation But seeing the face before her made her recoil. Andrew, sweating

concern, held her close. Coith

"I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."

Aubree's lips trembled but couldn't form words. She felt weak, her head buzzing. As Andrew carried her toward the door, the darkness outside seemed ready to swallow them whole. Aubree clutched his shirt, her face ashen.

Her plea went unheard in Andrew's concern, and he continued outside. Aubree suddenly found the strength to struggle, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Let me go back! Let me go back!"

"Let me go back."