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.

softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have

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

cursed under his breath, hung up the phone,

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

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nor had he ever visited

Brielle’s

the car key out and, without

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

need to check on her. After

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take

a moment before disappearing into the

sighed. Once unfaithful, always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had

annoyance.

was stuck, quickly

upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice.

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

the compartment. She chose to ignore

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

away.

face and was

beside her.

to it. That

eyebrow and slipped into

away, his fingers idly playing with the

be more of a devil than