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.

“Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You

joy to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in

hung up the phone,

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

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interest in her affairs, nor

future reaction, Brielle’s

yanked the car key out and, without bothering

down the window and

I need to check on her.

window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d

paused for a moment before disappearing into the

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

annoyance.

her car was stuck, quickly attracting

umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s

she’d once given

chuckled, closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the

the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly

away.

she wiped the rain from her face and

beside her.

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

and slipped into the car “Uncle Max,

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

more of a devil than a cleric, always keen