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.

softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have

concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in

cursed under his breath, hung up the phone, and then

found his frustration amusing. If he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would

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affairs, nor had he ever visited

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

car key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called out

sick; I need to check on her. After

the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of my

a moment before disappearing into the

rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer

annoyance.

traffic ahead began to move, but her car was

to search for an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty

the compartment. She chose to ignore the

of the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic

away.

the rain from her face and

beside her.

bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the

an eyebrow and slipped into the car “Uncle

idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my nephew dump

she thought. Brielle found Max to be more