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.

you’re up? Don’t go out in

to panic. Brielle twirled a

up the phone, and

now, he would have discovered her scandalous

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affairs, nor had he ever visited her

reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering

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

on her. After all,

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of my

for a moment

turned to find that Spencer

annoyance.

was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks and

car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s

gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in the world, a rare

compartment. She chose to ignore

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

away.

the rain from her face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk when a black Bentley

beside her.

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

eyebrow and slipped into the car

at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my nephew

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