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.

face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of her, not

breath, hung up the phone,

his frustration amusing. If he’d gone up to her apartment just now,

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nor had he ever visited

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips

out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into the

rolled down the window and called out

sick; I need to check on her. After all, Lillian

sarcasm. “Then you’d better

a moment before disappearing into

outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys

annoyance.

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

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

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

compartment. She chose to ignore

out of the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a

away.

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 enter any place,

raised an eyebrow and slipped into the car

her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with

much for The Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where it