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.

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

went from joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of

under his breath, hung up the

now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man.

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nor

reaction, Brielle’s

without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into

rolled down the window and called out to his

on her. After all, Lillian

with sarcasm. “Then

paused for a moment before

outside and turned to find that

annoyance.

move, but her car was

search for an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several

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

closing the compartment. She chose

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

away.

from her face

beside her.

Bentley’s license plate bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any

slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

his fingers idly playing

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