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.

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

went from joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a

the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

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

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affairs, nor had he ever

future reaction, Brielle’s lips

key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

your home?” Brielle rolled down the window

check on her. After all, Lillian

window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

a moment before disappearing

rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer

annoyance.

traffic ahead began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks

got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms

lipstick, a gift she’d once given to

compartment. She chose to ignore the

car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as

away.

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

beside her.

series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That

and slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what a

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

Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab