Master of his heart

Chapter 705
Andrew was beginning to have his doubts about Tessa, and an uneasy feeling crept into his heart for the first time. He was
always a maverick, and as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered–even when it came to Tessa. He didn’t want her to
oppose him with
such tactics.
Tessa knew what she was doing was risky, but what would the socialites think if they were to have a low–key wedding?
The Rowland family had just fallen from grace, and she urgently needed a lavish wedding to reclaim her place among the elite.
She had been avoiding contact with anyone these past few days, fearing mockery from former friends and dreading the
possibility of having to take charge on behalf of the fallen Rowland family.
The Rowland family was finished. That was a certainty. If she opposed the public, she’d be drowned in a sea of scorn. Just like
Brielle had gone through the day before.
Yesterday had been Tessa’s happiest day because Brielle had been publicly humiliated. Tessa hadn’t missed the chance to fuel
the fire, hiring a legion of online trolls to lambast Brielle. The more Brielle was chastised, the more Tessa felt at ease.
She loathed Brielle and Aubree the most. Her very existence was to see those two women trampled into the depths of hell!
Yesterday, she even resent that video to Aubree, determined to ensure that Aubree would never forget the humiliation. She
planned to make it Aubree’s lifelong shadow to shame her from ever appearing at Andrew’s side again.
Now, her plan was nearly complete. After tomorrow’s wedding, she would be Andrew’s lawful wife.
Thinking of this, Tessa’s eyes took on a pitiful look as she clutched Andrew’s hand and placed it on her chest. “Andrew, do you
dislike my figure? We’re getting married tomorrow, and I really want to be with you”
But Andrew withdrew his hand coldly. “Let’s have breakfast first.”
Tessa suddenly panicked, fearing her last lifeline was slipping away. She mustered a bitter smile and stood up. “Alright, I’ll go
dish up the oatmeal.*
Andrew remained in the living room. The noise from the television soured his mood.

In the kitchen, Tessa reached for a bottle of pills hidden in the overhead cabinet. She glanced at Andrew’s figure in the living
room and mixed the substance into the oatmeal.
She couldn’t be blamed, after all–they were soon to be married, and such intimacies were bound to happen. If she became
pregnant, Andrew and Aubree would be history.
Anxiety clawed at her, especially after the night at Tequila Sunset when Andrew had left her with Jaired and chased after Aubree.
She was acutely aware that she needed a child with Andrew to sever his ties with Aubree once and for all.
She stirred the oatmeal slowly to ensure nothing seemed amiss, then carried it out with a smile.
“Andrew, dinner’s ready.”
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Andrew, who usually let his guard down around Tessa, didn’t suspect a thing about the doctored dish.
They sat down together, facing a modest spread of light dishes. Tessa couldn’t handle rich foods, so they settled for a simple
bowl of oatmeal, which Andrew had dutifully shared with her every morning. Though he much preferred a hearty breakfast–back
when he lived with Aubree, she would wake up early to grill him a steak.
During breakfast, Tessa seized the chance to voice her concerns.
“Everyone knows about our church wedding now. Maybe we should visit the church today just to check. It’s usually booked in
advance, but with the Clements family’s pull, I’m sure they can make room for us.”
The frustration in Andrew’s expression deepened, but out of consideration for Tessa’s frailty and how it might look to others, he
suppressed his irritation.
“Tessa. You know I indulge you in everything. I said I’d marry you, and I will–you don’t need these schemes. You’re the one I’ve
always
loved.”
Tessa felt a surge of emotion, but unbeknownst to Andrew, her phone was recording their conversation on the side. After
stopping the recording, she sent the audio to Aubree. Any chance to needle Aubree was an opportunity Tessa would never pass
up.