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.

softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up?

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

up the phone, and then

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

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nor had he

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

key out and, without bothering with an

Brielle rolled down the window

to check on

window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care

for a moment before disappearing into the

useless. She watched the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer

annoyance.

traffic ahead began to move, but her car was

wanted to search for an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in the

closing the compartment. She

the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car

away.

face and was about to make her way to

beside her.

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

slipped into the car

idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist.

she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a