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

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front

cursed under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

just now, he would have

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affairs, nor had he ever

his future reaction, Brielle’s

and, without bothering

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

check on her. After

with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care

paused for a moment before

turned to find that

annoyance.

move, but her car was stuck,

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

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

the compartment. She chose to ignore the

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

away.

hide, she wiped the rain from her face and

beside her.

1, and a small flag next to it.

and slipped into the car

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

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