Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1261

She didn't know all the details of their past, but in that moment, she found herself wishing they could just let go of their grudges and be together. No more pain, no more torment.

Aubree's agent, who had been with her through thick and thin, knew her better than anyone. He could tell that Aubree had no interest in stirring up any drama with Mr. Clements. She was here to act, to win awards, and nothing more. Her fans' adoration was her greatest joy. She spent hours on Twitter, soaking in their love and support.

The millions of fans' affection gave her the confidence to face the media head-on.

Yet, when it came to Mr. Clements, she always clammed up.

Mr. Clements, on the other hand, was silent, but also full of longing.

The agent had discreetly stepped back, not wanting to disturb Andrew.

Half an hour later, the scene wrapped up.

Aubree, pale as a sheet, was guided back to her dressing room.

Her agent came in with a bottle of water, ready to mention Mr. Clements, but seeing Aubree's state, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Aubree grabbed a makeup wipe, her hands trembling as she started to clean her lips, though it wasn't time to remove her makeup yet.

"Aubree, the next scene is about to start. You can't take off your makeup now."

Aubree froze, her movements stopping.

But she desperately wanted a shower, to wash away the day, feeling dirty and unclean.

"Aubree?"

Her agent handed her the water, but in the next second, she was reaching for the trash can, vomiting into it.

Her agent was startled, frantically patting her back.

"Aubree, is your stomach upset? Or is something else wrong? I'll talk to the director, we can move the next scene to tomorrow."

Aubree wanted to say no, but before she could speak, she was vomiting again.

Her agent hurriedly went to find John, to get Aubree some time off.

John came in, concerned, but Aubree insisted it was just the intensity of her role.

John had no choice but to remind her not to get too absorbed in her roles, to avoid getting hurt.

After throwing up several times, Aubree barely managed to pull herself together.

She rinsed her mouth with the water her agent gave her, feeling a bit better.

But she was still weak, as limp as a noodle.

As her agent helped her out, they saw Andrew still waiting outside.

Seeing Aubree come out, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette, rubbed his face, and walked over.

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"Mr. Clements, Aubree has finished that extra scene, but she's not feeling well. The director gave her

the day off, she'll be back tomorrow."

Andrew took her into his care, telling the agent, "I'll take her home."

The agent couldn't refuse, just nodded.

Aubree was too weak to talk, longing only for rest.

She felt herself being helped into the car, someone wiping her forehead with a wet cloth.

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Then her hand was taken, a clean cloth carefully wiping each of her fingertips.

This kind of meticulous care was something Aubree had never experienced before.

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"Andrew, how did we end up here?"

Her voice wasn't crying, just a kind of despair, as if her heart had turned to ashes.

Andrew's hand paused, his eyes also reddening, but he offered no answer.

Yes, how did they end up here?