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? Don’t

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front of

up the phone, and then

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

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nor had he

Brielle’s

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

the window and

need to check on her.

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

paused for a moment before disappearing into the

turned to find that Spencer had

annoyance.

move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of

stumbled upon several used condoms

a gift she’d once given to

She chose to

through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop

away.

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

beside her.

a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely enter any

into

fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his

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