Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1260

Just half an hour ago, Aubree's agent had sent over her new script, and Andrew had immediately interrupted his meeting, floored the gas pedal, and blown through countless red lights to get to her.

Now, seeing Aubree in pieces, her eyes hollow, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, like needles pricking at his heart. He rushed over, taking Aubree from the hands of a background actor and politely said to John, "She was under the weather last night, and she's not in the best shape for acting today. Let's give her another day to rest." John, who had always held Aubree in high regard, nodded immediately upon seeing her condition. "Of course, go get some rest. She's never late, and when she arrived late this morning claiming she was fine, I actually believed her." "John, can we cut that scene?" Andrew asked.

John looked at Aubree, knowing if she didn't want to do it, he would certainly cut it.

Aubree, nestled in Andrew's arms, her exposed fingertips trembling incessantly, seemed to not hear their conversation at all, just numbly staring into space. Andrew tightened his hug, intending to leave with her, but then she said, "Put me down."

Andrew stiffened, not daring to go against her wishes, and carefully placed her on a nearby chair. John quickly asked, "Aubree, if you don't like that scene, don't force yourself. Shall I cut it?"

Aubree took the water her agent handed her, gulped it down fiercely, then lifted her resolute gaze. "Director, I'm fine. I'll try to control my emotions. I'm sorry, I just got too deep into the character. Thinking about facing that situation for real, I probably couldn't resist like the protagonist."

"Aubree!!" Andrew's voice raised in exasperation, drawing looks from everyone around. He took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and took her hand. "We're not doing this scene. It's unnecessary."

But Aubree only looked at John. "John, I'm okay, let's continue."

"Aubree!" Andrew was fuming, his face turning red with anger. Aubree walked towards the alley again. Andrew, shaking with anger, stood up to follow her but Aubree shook off his hand.

Andrew stood still, his lips tightly pressed, silent The agent looked from one to the other, knowing he couldn't offend either, and tried to soothe the situation. "Mr. Clements, Aubree's fine. From her first movie till now, she's always been very professional, and she interprets each role excellently. It's probably as she said, she got too immersed,

which led to what just happened."

But only Andrew knew why Aubree was acting this way. It wasn't just getting too into character; that scene was her own experience. And she hadn't been as fortunate as the movie's protagonist.

Andrew's eyes instantly reddened. He couldn't bring himself to look towards the depths of the alley, couldn't bear to see how Aubree would act out that scene. It was as if his feet were rooted to the spot, hearing the director shout, "Action!"

Andrew, as if jolted awake, turned

around and walked away from the set. His fingers trembled as he tried to light a cigarette, failing multiple times due to his shaking, barely

managing to light it after severa/net

attempts. He smoked one cigarette after another, not really smoking but trying to numb himself with nicotine, to avoid caring about what was happening on set, to block out any sound. Yet, those sounds inevitably reached him, overwhelming him.

"Aubree's acting is truly remarkable, this scene is so moving."

"This movie is definitely going to win awards."

"I can't watch anymore, Aubree's expressions are just too heartbreaking."

Hearing these, Andrew wanted to burn down the set in a fit of rage. The agent, holding a bottle of water, intended to calm Andrew down. She knew better than anyone that Mr. Clements was pursuing Aubree.

"Mr. Clements, you really don't..."

Before she could finish advising him

feet,

not to worry, she was stunned by the scene before her. More than twenty cigarette butts lay at Andrew's his eyes red, cheeks wet with tears. The brokenness of this moment was so intense it made her heart ache.

The words died in her throat as if choked back, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say, her heart aching at the sight. Andrew seemed not to hear her, just silently smoking, his gaze fixed on nowhere in particular, tears continuing to flow. She had never realized that a man's tears could strike so directly at the heart, revealing such profound vulnerability.