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.

face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful

twirled a strand of hair in front of

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

her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another

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in her affairs, nor

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed

and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into

down the window and called out to his retreating

I need to check on her. After all,

brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d

paused for a moment

to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him.

annoyance.

move, but her car was stuck,

she stumbled upon

found a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to

chuckled, closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car

away.

she wiped the rain from her face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk when a black Bentley

beside her.

a small flag next to it. That flag signified

into the car

before looking away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary

Max to be more

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