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 awful weather. You have a fever? How

joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of her, not

up the phone, and then angrily

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

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever visited

reaction, Brielle’s lips formed

and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

home?” Brielle rolled down the

on her.

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

a moment before disappearing into

always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks and

the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms

edition lipstick, a gift she’d

compartment. She

only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car

away.

hide, she wiped the rain from her face and

beside her.

to it. That flag signified that the car

raised an eyebrow and slipped into

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

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