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.

“Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out

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

breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched

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

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her affairs, nor had he ever

Brielle’s

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

down the window and called out to his

check on her.

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then

moment before disappearing

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

annoyance.

ahead began to move, but her car was stuck,

car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned pale, and

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

closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

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

away.

rain from her face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk

beside her.

a small flag next to

and slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

at her before looking away, his fingers idly playing with

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