Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 3

Riding shotgun in Spencer’s car, Brielle’s mind was still replaying Max’s words.

Be careful not to get burned, huh?-

Her marriage to Spencer was an arrangement made by their families. The Dorsey family held an unrivaled position in Beaconsfield, while the Haywoods barely made the top ten. Next to the Dorseys, they were essentially small fry.

Her little stunt had allowed her to let off some steam, but it also meant she’d crossed one of the most untouchable figures in the circle of the elite.

The rain was pouring down, reducing visibility, and within two miles, traffic had slowed to

a crawl.

Spencer, already in a foul mood, frowned upon seeing her bundled up in a turtleneck, her chin almost disappearing into her collar.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

It was early fall, hardly the season for turtlenecks. Despite Brielle’s striking looks, it was a

bit odd.

Thinking of the love bite Max had left on her neck, the corners of her lips curled up. “Yeah,” it’s chilly with the rain.”

“Such a delicate flower,” Spencer muttered, his irritation growing.

Brielle’s pale fingers brushed her collar. “Haven’t been to the office these past two weeks?” Spencer despised her tone, as if nothing mattered to her. “It’s none of your business where I go.” He honked the horn twice in quick succession, feeling like sharing the confined space with Brielle was pure torture.

The phone rang. It was Spencer’s. From the corner of her eye, Brielle noticed the caller

ID-Lillian.

her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this

joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand

hung up the

his frustration amusing. If he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with

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nor had he

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

out and, without

down the window and called

sick; I need to check on

brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good

for a moment

always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him. Her

annoyance.

began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus

However, she stumbled upon several used

edition lipstick, a gift she’d once

compartment. She chose

stepped out of the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to be towed

away.

the bustling downpour with nowhere to hide, she wiped the rain from her face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk when a black

beside her.

plate bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any place, even military no-go

slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

glanced at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with

Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a