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.

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

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of

cursed under his breath, hung up the phone, and

her apartment just now, he

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in her affairs, nor had he ever visited her

future reaction, Brielle’s

out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

the window and called out to his

need to check on her. After all, Lillian

her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better

a moment before disappearing into

and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him. Her

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of

stumbled upon several used condoms

gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only

She chose to ignore

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

away.

wiped the rain from her face and was about to

beside her.

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

raised an eyebrow and slipped into

at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on

much for The Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil