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Chapter 190
Having finished her piece, Tessa seemed to only then notice Aubree by her side, pursing
her lips with impatience. “Is your brother around?”
Aubree was only spineless in Andrew’s presence. Facing Tessa, she was much more
composed. “You looking for him for something?”
Tessa nodded, and after a while, let out a light chuckle, “Whatever’s going on between us
should be none of your business, Aubree. You’re not getting any younger. Shouldn’t you be
thinking about settling down soon? I’ve heard the Clements family has been nudging you
for a while now?”
After saying her piece, Tessa turned to Brielle, “I’ve heard your name tossed around
before, and now we finally meet. Brielle, you better pray you’ve got nothing to do with
what happened to Sophia, otherwise, the and family won’t let you off the hook.”
Tessa was in a foul mood over Sophia’s disappearance.
And facing people she loathed, she couldn’t bother with pretenses and went straight for
the jugular.
“Plus, you’ve made the headlines again tonight. Photos of you and Spencer are all over
the place. Spencer’s been saying you’ve been begging him to get back together.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrielle frowned at this. “What photos?”
No sooner had she asked than she remembered the snaps taken by the paparazzi earlier
that day, and her face went pale.
Tessa’s lips curled slightly at the sight of Brielle’s reaction. “Seems like you know exactly
which photos I’m talking about.”
Brielle felt sick to her stomach, appalled that Spencer could stoop so low.
Her chest heave emotion, but her face betrayed nothing. “Whatever’s going on between
us should be none of your business,” she retorted, using Tessa’s own words against her.
A thin veil of anger passed over Tessa’s eyes as she let out a scoff and made her way
inside.
Brielle watched her leave, then turned to Aubree, “Are she and Sophia really that close?”
“Seems like it.”
Then Brielle thought about the break–in at her apartment but decided not to mention it,
not wanting to worry anyone.
She helped Aubree to the car, and Aubree raised an eyebrow upon seeing it, “Max’s ride?”
Max allowed someone else to touch his stuff?
Aubree had given up on trying to convince Brielle earlier, but now seeing Max’s apparent
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special treatment, her resolve strengthened.
“Bri, why not try to win Max over?”
To Aubree, Brielle had a unique charm–beautiful without knowing it.
Perhaps that was exactly Max’s type.
Brielle had already hit the gas as she thought about the Barnes family meeting at the
Dorsey family’s mansion tonight, her mouth twitching slightly, “The Barnes family’s over
at the Dorsey place tonight to talk marriage. Wonder when they plan to set the date.”
Aubree reclined in the passenger’s seat, her head tilting back at the mention, “Alivia, huh?
I hear she’s tight with Tessa too.”
Just as they were about to drive off, Aubree’s phone rang. It was Andrew.
She didn’t want to answer, closing her eyes and even softening her breathing.
Brielle didn’t rush to drive off; after a while, she heard Aubree pick up.
Andrew’s voice came through, asking where she was.
“I’m not going back to the booth. Planning on heading home.”
“Aubree, did I say you could leave?”
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Andrew’s tone was nasty. He was nursing a glass of booze, annoyed at the thought of
Aubree sharing mouth–to–mouth drinks with someone else. “Mr. Lynch is still waiting for
his night of delight with you.”
Aubree’s face went pale at once, her grip on the phone tightening, “Andrew, do you really
have to do this?”
Andrew chuckled darkly, lighting a cigarette, “Maybe this is what you’re looking forward
to, huh? After being in my bed for so long, we’re both tired of it. Trying someone new
might be nice.”
It felt like a sword through her chest.
“Aubree, or is it that you just love sleeping with me?”
Andrew took a drag of his cigarette, his attitude as contemptuous as ever.
He had stepped out of the booth and was now casually leaning against a wall. His shirt
was unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest, giving off a wild vibe
Andrew sneered, his mind wandering back to the last time in the restroom of the booth,
when she clung to him like a boneless vine.
Over the years, Aubree had always been at his beck and call, occasionally temperamental,
but mostly docile to his demands
He was indeed getting tired of her.
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