Chapter 708


    How long had Aubree known Andrew? It must have been twenty years by now.


    Her secret crush, her first love, her open yearning–all of it had been for him. Even now, as she found


    herself mired in disgrace, too tainted to be touched, she couldn’t remain indifferent to the news of his


    marriage.


    Perhaps that was the terrifying nature of affection, like ants consuming an elephant, little by little, day


    by day. Unbeknownst to herself, she became a ve to love, forever debased in his eyes.


    At eighteen, she had thought that if only Andrew could love her back, she’d be content to remain in


    humble adoration forever, even if it meant stripping away her pride and risking her life. But Andrew had


    a heart of stone, only showing a glimmer of tenderness while looking at her in the intimacy of the


    bedroom.


    “Alright, then you’reing with me.”


    Brielle didn’t trust Aubree to go out alone in her current state and immediately called Max. The phone


    connected, and his voice came through, “What’s up?”


    “I need to borrow your car. Aubree wants to visit Radiant Light Church. We’re heading out now and will


    be back tomorrow.”


    ‘Drive safe.”


    “Will do.”


    Max’s car arrived swiftly. Brielle took the wheel while Aubree settled into the passenger seat. Seeing


    how attentive Max was to Brielle, Aubree couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. “I always thought Mr.


    Dorsey was a yer, leading you on. I never imagined he’d be the most devoted of them all.”


    To others, Max seemed indifferent to the world. Aubree even wondered if everything in Max’s world


    was a monochrome of cold whites, so dull and colorless, allowing him to dedicate years to his work


    without a change of heart.


    But with Brielle, he was moved, his emotions in disarray


    As Aubree nced at the swiftly passing cityscape outside the window, the corners of her mouth


    twitched in a faint smile. Mr. Dorsey and Andrew were, after all, not the same.


    In the hotel room, Andrew took a cold shower but still felt ufortable all over. When he smelled


    Aubree’s lingering scent in the room, the fire he had managed to suppress red up again.


    Sweat beaded on his forehead as he rummaged through the room, eventually finding Aubree’s


    personal clothing. He felt like a creep at that moment, lying on the bed Aubree had slept in, inhaling the


    scent of her garments.


    Even then, he couldn’t understand why Tessa had to go to such lengths to entice him. She used drugs


    and undressed to give him physical stimtion. But Aubree only needed a single piece of clothing to


    get a rise


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    out of him.


    Afterward, he buried his face in the pillow, his breath shaky, his body sweaty. If Aubree were actually


    there, he’d make sure she couldn’t leave the bed for three days.


    Thinking of her, the desire Andrew had just quenched seemed to boil over once again. “Damn it!” He


    cursed under his breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing, a sense of frustration building within.


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    Ever since he’d hooked up with Autres, he’d never let himself offer like this.


    “Son of a bitch” He swore again, then hoarsely called out, “Aubree The name seemed to spill from the


    depths of his heart, lingering on his tongue, tugging at his very fech


    It wasn’t until the evening that he irritably massaged his temples. What was he doing? How was he any


    different from some perverted stalker


    Andrew tossed the clothing into the trash can in a fit of disgust, but no sooner had he done that than he


    imagined Aubree’s scolding voice in his head.


    Standing tall, his lean, muscr body was a sight to behold, but he was in no mood to appreciate it.


    Instead, he bent down and retrieved the clothing from the trash, taking it to the bathroom himself


    Andrew had never washed clothes in his life, but he scrubbed the garment that was stained with his


    essence vigorously andthered it with soap. Once clean and back to its original state, he fetched a


    hanger from the closet and hung the clothing out to dry. The thought of Aubree wearing the garment


    again made his throat itch anew. His reason told him to stop thinking about it.


    *Damn it!*


    He truly felt ufortable everywhere. The thought of washing clothes in a hotel was just in


    awkward. He took another shower, trying to wash away the unease.


    Aubree’s phoney on the bed. He was tempted to find out who the other men were that had been with


    Aubree. So, his hand reached for the phone