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.

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

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

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily

gone up to her apartment just now, he

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in her affairs, nor had he

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips

yanked the car key out and, without bothering

rolled down the window and called out to

check on her. After all, Lillian

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

a moment before disappearing

Once unfaithful, always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find

annoyance.

began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks and

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

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

She chose to ignore the blatant

through by the rain, only to watch helplessly

away.

her face and was about to make

beside her.

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

into the car “Uncle Max, what a

playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my

to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where