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

but dared not stare, all thinking Ms. Haywood was the real

the elevator, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath, and glanced at his arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so

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

held not only disgust but something more that made her feel endangered. But she had no time to dwell on these feelings. Her mind was preoccupied with the two lines. on

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

the details. She had long known Alivia’s

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

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petty in comparison

her belly with heavy

her

Rowland Health Center.

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