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.

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

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of her,

up the phone, and

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

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affairs, nor had he ever visited her

future reaction, Brielle’s lips

Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into

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

to check on

sarcasm.

paused for a moment

Once unfaithful, always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him.

annoyance.

her car was

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

edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to

compartment. She

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

away.

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

beside her.

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

an eyebrow and slipped into

before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black

more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where it