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.

showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a fever? How

to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled

the phone, and

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

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever visited

reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a

Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering with

Brielle rolled down the window and

on

brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better

a moment before disappearing

turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him. Her brow

annoyance.

her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus

However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice.

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

closing the compartment. She chose to

only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to

away.

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

beside her.

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

into the car “Uncle Max, what

glanced at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did

Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where it