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.

upon 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

his breath, hung up the phone, and then

apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another

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in her affairs, nor had he ever visited

future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

without bothering with an umbrella,

heading to your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called

check on her. After all,

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

a moment before disappearing into the

Once unfaithful, always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him. Her

annoyance.

but her car was stuck, quickly attracting

an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the

lipstick, a gift she’d once given to

chuckled, closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the

by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to be towed

away.

she wiped the rain from her face and was

beside her.

license plate bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That

raised an eyebrow and slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

barely glanced at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on

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