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.

impatience he showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a fever? How bad is

concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand

the phone, and then angrily punched

he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would

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in her affairs, nor had

future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

the car key out and, without bothering with

home?” Brielle rolled down the window

I need to check on her.

sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care

for a moment

to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him.

annoyance.

ahead began to move, but her car was

out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned pale, and nausea hit

a gift she’d once given to

compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to be towed

away.

her face and was about to make

beside her.

bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any place,

into the car “Uncle Max, what a

his fingers idly playing with the black rosary

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