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

to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in

hung up the phone, and then

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

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in her affairs, nor

future reaction, Brielle’s

and, without bothering

Brielle rolled down the window and called out to

I need to check on her. After all, Lillian is your

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

for a moment

useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find

annoyance.

ahead began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting

she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

she found a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once

compartment. She chose to

rain, only to watch helplessly as

away.

rain from her face and was about to make her way

beside her.

to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any place, even

eyebrow and slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what a

idly playing with the

found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen