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.

Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out

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

his breath, hung up the phone, and

to her apartment just now,

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nor had he ever

future reaction, Brielle’s

yanked the car key out and, without bothering with

heading to your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and

on her. After all, Lillian is your

closed the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care

for a moment before disappearing

outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the

annoyance.

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

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

a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in the world,

closing the compartment. She chose to ignore

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

away.

rain from her face and was about to make her

beside her.

small flag next to

slipped into the car “Uncle Max,

fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did

found Max to be more of a