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.

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?

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

his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

apartment just now, he would have

1/3

nor had he ever visited

future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed

out and, without bothering with an umbrella,

rolled down the window

I need to check on

window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm.

for a moment before disappearing into the

rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the

annoyance.

was stuck, quickly attracting

the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms

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

She chose to ignore

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

away.

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

beside her.

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 place, even military no-go

and slipped into the

her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the

more of a devil than a cleric, always keen