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.

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

twirled a strand

his breath, hung up the

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

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nor

reaction, Brielle’s lips formed

out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into the

down the window and

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

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

a moment before disappearing into the

watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him. Her brow furrowed

annoyance.

car was stuck, quickly attracting

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

gift she’d once

chuckled, closing the compartment. She

only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed

away.

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 car could freely enter any place, even

and slipped into the

idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist.

Brielle found Max to be more of a devil