Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

hapter 26

Cameron breathed a sigh of relief. It’s indeed a little abrupt. “No worries, take your time to

think it over.”

Spencer’s face darkened with fury at the side. The woman who frequented his bed was now considering settling down with another man. How had he never noticed Cameron’s affection for Lillian before?

But besides Cameron’s feelings, the instigator that brought this to light was even more despicable. He shot Brielle a venomous glare, but she remained as cool as if it was just another day.

While they were talking, Brielle had finished her meal, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “Now that we’ve discussed my brother’s business, let’s talk about mine, shall we? Spencer, don’t you have something to say?”

in seize Spencer stiffened, his face turning a shade paler. Brielle wasn’t seriously going this chance to trap him in marriage, was she? Disgust swept through him, and suddenly, he lost his appetite completely.

‘Brielle, are you itching to get hitched with me or what?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain, though he was careful to keep it subdued out of respect for the Haywood family.

her fists secretly in anger. Brielle, that bitch, no wonder she purposely talked about her and Cameron tonight. It turned out she wanted to marry Spencer herself. Lillian’s fingernails dug into

Spencer, and even lur Brielle to that villa so she could catch

Lillia good and hard. And Brielle had stood at the door,

reminded her that as long as Spencer’s engagement stood, she would always

so, and seeing his face that was filled with aversion, she found it almost laughable. This man

about getting married. It’s about breaking off the

International, Faith and Miranda, and even Spencer’s father would be after her. It’s better to dump him first than be dumped, at least to save some

felt an unbearable sense

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nowhere, and the memory of the marks he’d seen on Brielle’s neck surged forward like a slap in the

had no desire to bed, had been

bitterness. Who would want to sleep with such a log? She must be frigid

raw nerve, and he lashed out without thinking “Brielle, what, got a taste for those male prostitutes, did you? How low can you get? You are engaged to me, yet you’ve been with

silence over the room. Miranda, already in shock, felt the room spin as she