Chapter 71
Brielle shoved her head away in exasperation, flinging open the car door and stepping out. “That’s enough, really.”
Aubree handed her scarf back, “I’m just telling it like it is. The guy’s so distant, barely talks, and it’s hard to imagine him wanting to leave all those marks on a woman’s skin. It’s like he’s not worried at all about your affair coming to light, you know?”
As Brielle wrapped the scarf around her neck, she pondered the question. Indeed, since she started sleeping with Max, he’d never made any effort to hide their relationship. Was he truly fearless, or just didn’t care?
Aubree stepped up to her, a trace of seriousness in her eyes, “Look, fun is fun, but knowingly diving into an abyss? That’s not you, Bri. You’re not like me. I fell for Andrew, and I can’t get back up.”
Just mentioning Andrew’s name seemed to steal Aubree’s breath. “Don’t fall for the wrong person.”
That was her advice.
Brielle didn’t know what to say; she instinctively wanted to dodge the topic. Everyone knew that falling for Max was like a moth to a flame–you could easily get burned to ashes by his allure. And yet, some people seemed to court destruction, flirting with death.
There were countless such moths, so the question was: were the moths too foolish, or was the flame too bright?
They entered the apartment, and Aubree slumped into the sofa like she had no bones.
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