Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Patrick couldn’t contain himself as he interjected from the sidelines.

“Don’t you worry, Ms. Brielle. Mr. Dorsey has always been cautious. Over the years, plenty have tried to take a crack at him, but none have succeeded. Even his car is like something out of a presidential motorcade, bulletproof and all. Plus, at the Premier Palace, there’s a whole contingent of bodyguards – most of them are ex–military. And let’s not forget, Mr. Dorsey himself, he’s also…

He was cut off by a glance from Max. Patrick realized he’d spoken out of turn and promptly shut his mouth, signaling the chef to whip up something in the kitchen.

Max, fiddling with the cufflinks at his wrist, said, “I’m heading to the office. You stay home and rest.” His tone was that of a husband giving a gentle order to his wife before leaving the house. Brielle, worn out from the previous night’s ordeal, had little energy to spare. With Max’s command issued, she settled back onto the couch.

Patrick hastily briefed the chef before following Max out, resuming his role as chauffeur.

Once they had left, Brielle slowly opened her eyes. She knew that sitting idly by wasn’t going to cut it if she wanted to stand up to Ryan. And she didn’t want to rely on Max for everything – it was time she tried figuring out a plan on her own.

Her thoughts turned to Spencer. While reaching out to Spencer was akin to inviting bad luck, she reasoned that the Dorsey family had used her for years, so why couldn’t she use Spencer just this once?

She removed Spencer’s number from the blacklist. After a moment’s hesitation, she dialed his number.

Spencer didn’t pick up; he was at the Haywood estate. After debating for a long time, he decided to come over to see Lillian, but the thought of Lillian entangled with someone like Connor made it impossible for Spencer to look at her now. The once cute and obedient face now seemed utterly disagreeable to him.

What was harder for Spencer to swallow was the fact that he had belittled Brielle for a woman like Lillian.

When Brielle’s call came through, it took him by surprise. On the other side, Lillian’s face was streaked with tears, her hands tentatively clutching at his sleeve, her eyes filled with a pitiable plea. “Spencer, that night, it was all Brielle’s doing. How else could I have ended up with someone like Connor? You’ve always been on my side. You’ll understand me this time, right?”

Lillian’s eyes brimmed with venom. With no progress from Max, she had no choice but to fall back on Spencer.

But faced with her helplessness, Spencer took a few steps back, his gaze avoiding hers, “I’ll go

get you a glass of water.”

Her face darkened in an instant but she maintained a facade. “Sure, I could use a drink.”

Once Spencer turned away, she stealthily followed him. Around the corner, Spencer answered the call, his voice unconsciously softening. “Brielle, what’s up? You want to meet, just us?” His tone was a mix of surprise and disbelief.

“Alright, what time? Send me the address, and I’ll come to you.”

Lillian’s heart felt crushed at the mention of Brielle. It wasn’t enough that Brielle had ensnared Max, now she was trying to hook Spencer too. She took a deep breath, smirking at the thought of how Spencer would react once he knew Brielle was eating humble pie. With a cold laugh, she returned to her room. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer, carrying the water, feigned tenderness, “Lillian, if you’re not feeling well, you should rest up at home.”

Lillian’s face was ashen, itching to call him out, but she needed him to stir up trouble with Max. She held back, testing the waters, “Spencer, can’t you stay with me? I feel like you don’t love me as much as you used to.”

“Of course I do.”

Spencer sat down, attempting to kiss her cheek but the image of Connor made his stomach churn, and he recoiled. “I’ve got something to attend to tonight, but I’ll make time to see your later. I should get going now.”