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.

showed 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 is

to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched

now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man. However, Spencer

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in her affairs, nor had he

Brielle’s lips formed

key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

down the window and

check on her. After all,

sarcasm.

moment

unfaithful, always useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that

annoyance.

was stuck, quickly

she stumbled upon several used condoms

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

the compartment. She chose to

through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as

away.

hide, she wiped the rain from her face and was about to

beside her.

next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely

raised an eyebrow and slipped into

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

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