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.

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 them

Spencer was complaining about Brielle’s dullness, he was fucking Lillia good and hard. And Brielle had stood at the door, her face

easily, but tonight reminded her that as long as Spencer’s engagement

Spencer to twist her words so, and seeing his face that was filled with aversion, she found it almost laughable. This

married. It’s about breaking

Spencer’s father would be after her. It’s better to dump him first than be dumped, at least to save

felt an unbearable sense of humiliation.

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Chapter

marks he’d seen on Brielle’s neck surged forward like a slap in the

woman he had no desire to

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

for those male prostitutes, did you? How low can you get? You are engaged to me, yet you’ve been with other men. The mere thought

already in shock, felt the room