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

hung up the phone, and then

apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man.

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her affairs, nor had he

reaction, Brielle’s lips

key out and, without bothering with

the window and called out to his retreating

sick; I need to check on her. After all, Lillian is your

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of my

a moment before

to find that Spencer had taken the keys

annoyance.

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

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

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

compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her

away.

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

beside her.

series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any place, even

raised an eyebrow and slipped into

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

Max to be more of a devil than