Chapter 360

“Brielle’s been your fiancée for a decade, and you don’t even know her favorite things. Spencer, oh Spencer, why are you snooping around now? It’s none of your business anymore, you know?”

Spencer’s face soured, but he swallowed his anger. He was willing to go back to Brielle. “Shouldn’t she feel honored? Now she’s got nothing, is not the Haywood heiress anymore, and is reclusive by nature.

I’m ready to embrace her, and that’s her luck,” he thought.

Aubree noticed his displeasure, and her lips curled into a cold smirk. “Are you looking to chase her now? Too late. Bri’s got herself a real catch. I bet you can’t hold a candle to him, not in looks and probably not in bed either.”

Aubree was always blunt to the point of disrespect, even casting a derisive glance at a certain part of Spencer’s anatomy.

Spencer felt like he’d been slapped in the face and stood up abruptly. “Aubree!”

He was shaking with fury, and his lips were turning white from the humiliation. No man could stand such an affront to his pride, especially when he considered himself quite capable in the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the storm inside.

Aubree wasn’t scared of him. She took a casual sip of her drink, feeling utterly bored with the situation.

*Spencer, you Dorsey men are truly heartless. You were hot and heavy with Lillian, and even conspired to deceive Bri. Now, with Lillian gone and her parents still at the police station, here you are, inquiring about your ex–fiancée’s preferences. What woman would want a man like you?” She laughed as she spoke.

Spencer clenched his teeth. If it weren’t for her connection to the Clements family, he would not let this woman off easily.

Approaching Aubree was a clear mistake.

His chest heaved, and he turned and left. If Aubree thought Brielle wouldn’t be Interested in him now, he was determined to win her back just to prove her wrong.

Stepping out of the bar, he was still fuming when he spotted a drunken girl fending off a man’s advances.

“Back off!”

“Don’t touch me!”

Spencer frowned; the voice sounded so much like Brielle’s. He approached quickly and kicked the persistent man to the ground.

The man cursed but recognized Spencer and slunk away.

Spencer turned to the girl. She was cute and petite. Despite being drunk, she wasn’t completely out of it. Looking up at Spencer, her eyes lit up. “Hey, I know you.”

Her voice was eerily similar to Brielle’s, but her looks were nothing like Brielle’s renowned beauty. She was more of a girl–next–door type..

Fresh from the clash with Aubree and now faced with someone whose voice so resembled Brielle’s, Spencer’s mind was a blur. By the time he snapped back to reality, he had already taken the woman to a hotel room.

He covered her face with his suit jacket, knowing she was willing, and fiercely gripped her waist. “Say it.”

The woman had a delicate and pretty appearance, not totally naive and was well aware of the intentions they both had. They had just met outside a bar and as mature adults, spending the night at a hotel if they found each other agreeable was common.

The previous man had been unsightly and lewd, but this one was quite nice and he seemed to be fascinated by her voice. Therefore, she let herself go and began to moan seductively.

Spencer felt goosebumps. He had no idea about Brielle’s voice in bed, but this woman’s voice was surprisingly similar to Brielle’s. If it was actually Brielle…

At this moment, he felt his thoughts were not only perverse, but also quite sordid.

However, after being kidnapped and current circumstances, he felt he absolutely needed Brielle This became a sort of obsession. He did not want her to die, but he didn’t want her to live it up so freely either.

“Say my name.”

The woman hesitated, remembering his face but not his name.

“Call me Spencer.”

Spencer must have lost his mind, seeking Brielle’s shadow in a stranger. Perhaps it was the holiday spirit, or memories of last Christmas when Brielle could still smile at him..

“Spencer…” As she pronounced his name, Spencer became relentless.

They spent the night tangled together until dawn. When Spencer woke up at seven in the morning, he felt a body still in his arms. He frowned and quickly got up.

The woman woke up with a hangover but clearly remembered last night’s escapades. Before she could fully process it, a stack of bills was thrown her way.

As Spencer dressed, the woman, still a bit dazed, laughed. “I knew your face looked familiar. You’re that guy engaged to Brielle, right?”