Chapter 412

He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.

Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.

Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”

The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.

“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a

person.

gave her one deep look and then pushed the door open to

coffee–stained figure but dared not

catching his breath, and glanced at his arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that despite knowing her disdain,

he punched the elevator wall. With no outlet for his pent–up energy, he felt

had a sharp sense that Spencer had changed; his eyes held not only disgust but something more that made her

nearly putting her on a pedestal. And as for Max, he was already a figure of

ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s maneuvers, how she hid

circus, this deluge of blessings, was Alivia’s warning shot. If Brielle showed any sign of weakness

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Max now to check on him, she would seem petty in comparison to Alivia’s poised and dunified front after all, Alivia had

her belly with heavy

her computer, her gaze dro

at the Rowland

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