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.

impatience he showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a

panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in

his breath, hung up the phone, and then

up to her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man. However, Spencer

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affairs, nor had he ever visited her

Brielle’s lips formed a

the car key out and, without bothering with

rolled down the window and called out to

check on her. After all, Lillian

closed the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

for a moment

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

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks and

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

lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only

She chose to ignore the blatant

by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic

away.

nowhere to hide, she wiped the rain from her face and

beside her.

a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could

into the car

at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the

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