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?

then to panic. Brielle twirled

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily

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

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in her affairs, nor had he

Brielle’s lips formed a

car key out and, without bothering with an umbrella,

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

need to check on her.

the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

for a moment before disappearing into

rainstorm outside and turned to find that

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks and

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

edition lipstick, a gift she’d

She chose to ignore the

the car, soaked through by the rain, only to

away.

from her face and was about to make her way to

beside her.

bore a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to

slipped into the car

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

Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than