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.

upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t

went from joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of her, not asking

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

frustration amusing. If he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would have discovered her

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interest in her affairs, nor had

Brielle’s lips formed

key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped

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

check on her.

with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take

a moment before disappearing into

turned to

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of

upon several used condoms

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

She

the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to be towed

away.

wiped the rain from her face and was about to make

beside her.

a conspicuous series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the

eyebrow and slipped into the

looking away, his fingers idly playing

be more of a devil than a