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.

answering. “Lillian, you’re up?

to panic. Brielle twirled a strand

breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the

now, he

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever

Brielle’s

and, without

your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called out to his retreating

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

her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better

for a moment before disappearing into

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

annoyance.

but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus

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

a gift she’d once given

She chose to ignore the blatant

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

away.

face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk when a

beside her.

to it. That flag signified that the car could freely

raised an eyebrow and slipped into the

away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his

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