Chapter 201

Brielle couldn’t believe her ears. It was either she had misheard or Spencer had truly lost his marbles.

Frowning, she lifted her foot to step into the office but was blocked by Spencer’s outstretched arm.

“Brielle, we both messed up with those photos, and you have to come with me to see her. Maybe it’s the photos that’s got her all worked up.” Spencer said, his voice loud enough for the surrounding colleagues to overhear.

Brielle couldn’t help but glance around at the reactions of others in the department. If she wasn’t mistaken, they had all received that incriminating photos. It wasn’t just the social circles of Beaconsfield; it seemed like everyone she had ever interacted with had gotten a copy.

Looking back at Spencer, her disgust was no longer concealed. “You know damn well how those photos came to be, better than I do,” she retorted.

A flicker of guilt passed through Spencer’s eyes, but he quickly regained a defiant stance. “I know you are not over me. Cut the crap, Brielle. We’ve known each other for years. There’s no need for things to get this bad between us.”

Feeling a pain in her chest at the thought of all the one–sided efforts she had made for Spencer over the years, Brielle wondered how she could have been so blind. “Spencer, I don’t want to fight right now.

I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

As she spoke, William approached them. “Ms. Haywood, Spencer was just telling me last night. how you were keen on getting back together. Didn’t expect it to be true. You lovebirds need to clear up this misunderstanding. Ms. Haywood, you can take the afternoon off.”

Brielle initiating a reconciliation?

The bystanders caught every word, raising their eyebrows suggestively.

Meanwhile, Max didn’t stop for the drama, heading straight for the executive elevator to the top floor.

Spencer hadn’t expected William to spill the beans in front of everyone, and the awkwardness was palpable. Worried Brielle would expose him, Spencer grabbed her wrist. “Let’s step outside for a minute.”

Brielle, although stunned, knew that if she left now, she would never be able to clear her name. She shook off his grip with a swift motion.

Spencer’s face clouded over, and he pulled her close, his voice a low growl. “Brielle, don’t bite. the hand that feeds you. I said we don’t need to be at odds. If that scene you made at the Haywood family banquet was to get my attention, you’ve succeeded. I’m somewhat interested in you again, but I also care about Lillian. If you don’t mind, we could all be together. Whichever of you has a child, I’ll be the father.”

Brielle’s eyes widened in disbelief at Spencer’s words.”

Misinterpreting her shock for acquiescence, a smug look crossed Spencer’s face. “I knew your still had a soft spot for me. I was wrong before, and I shouldn’t have kept my thing with Lillian from you. You’ve seen how my mom and dad are. My dad has more than one woman, and yet they’ve made it work all these years. We could do the same, Brielle. If you want, you could event have my child.”

This had been Spencer’s overnight brainwave, but before he could say more, his cheek stung with the impact of a fierce slap.

The slap echoed through the office, causing everyone to freeze, some gasping in shock at the scene.

Spencer, touching his throbbing cheek, felt his eyes well up with tears. “What the hell is that for?”

Brielle’s lips trembled with the urge to slap him again.

Having been coddled all his life, Spencer had never been slapped in front of an audience like this, especially one comprising his former subordinates. He stared at Brielle, but the emotions. in her eyes pained him–anger, regret, revulsion.

Those emotions were like daggers cutting deep into him, but what had he done wrong?

He couldn’t let go of Lillian, nor of Brielle. Was it so wrong to want a life together with both of them?