Master of his heart

Chapter 437

Sydney was clueless about Spencer’s plans, but the sight of an extra two million in her account made her lips curl into a smile. Her heart had been thoroughly corroded by wealth, rusted, and stripped of its original color.

Yet, people seldom realized their own downfall.

Clutching the documents, Sydney waited for Spencer in the underground parking lot of Dorsey International. Soon enough, Spencer rolled up in his multimillion–dollar sports car.

Sydney had seen luxe rides before, but this was her first time sitting in one. As the sleek vehicle pulled up in front of her, her heart rate soared, pounding with excitement.

Spencer, however, barely gave her a glance. His voice was chilly as he commanded, “Get in.”

e was all

at the cold treatment. When Spencer had been desperate for

right. Back then, he thought Sydney was Brielle. All that tenderness was for Brielle.

especially women, and this comparison can become more intense in certain areas. This wasn’t a slight against women; it was just like saying women cared more about appearances than men–it was stating a

instantly enveloped by the sensation of being surrounded by riches. It was a comfort, like

to happen between her and Spencer in this car, would she become the heroine of those romance novels? The

eyes were dark, showing no hint of such intentions. Sydney felt a wave of shame and even indignation. Was she truly so unappealing?

her hand boldly suggesting her desire. But Spencer was resolutely indifferent, preoccupied with how to deal with Brielle’s pregnancy. His warning was icy. “Get your

sting of humiliation as if her last shred of dignity had been stripped away. Her body flushed with heat. She knew his mind was on Brielle, so what was

Spencer, I didn’t mean to, I

There have been many before you. If you weren’t Brielle’s assistant,

dug into her palms. Was this the stark difference between men’s behavior in bed and out? Damn it, it all came back