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.

“Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a fever? How bad is

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

his breath, hung up the phone, and

to her apartment just now, he would have discovered

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her affairs, nor

reaction, Brielle’s

Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering

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

check on

the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d

a moment before

watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys

annoyance.

was stuck, quickly attracting a

umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used

gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in the world, a

compartment. She chose to

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

away.

from her face and was about to make her way to the

beside her.

license plate bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it.

eyebrow and slipped into

away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my nephew

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