Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 3

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.

Unlike the impatience he showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a fever? How bad is it?”

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

Spencer cursed under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering wheel.

Brielle found his frustration amusing. If he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man. However, Spencer never

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showed interest in her affairs, nor had he ever visited her apartment.

Imagining his future reaction, Brielle’s lips formed a smirk.

Suddenly, Spencer yanked the car key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into the deluge.

“Not heading to your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called out to his retreating figure.

“She’s sick; I need to check on her. After all, Lillian is your friend.”

Brielle closed the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of my ‘friend.”

Spencer paused for a moment before disappearing into the rain.