Tangled Temptations

Chapter 258

Their eyes locked, silence hanging between them. Orlena hadn't expected to run

into Brett at the hospital. The setting brought back memories of their first intimate encounter which also happened within these very walls. He was drunk then, pressing her onto the couch, claiming her wildly.

Clearly, Brett was remembering the past too. He was usually cautious, always contemplating the consequences of his actions. Yet, his affair with Orlena was a whirlwind, leaving him no time to consider the aftermath. He was seduced by a girl 16 years younger than him; it was probably the most reckless thing he'd ever done in his life.

And it wasn't because she was young and attractive. Brett had seen his fair share of beauties, many more alluring and more considerate than her. Unlike them, all Orlena did was wrap her arms around him, whispering his name like a kitten. And those cries of "Brett" were addicting.

...

After a long silence, Brett was the first to speak, "Are you here to see Linda?"

Orlena stared blankly, taking a while to snap back to reality, then nodded, "Yes, she's much better. She should be discharged tomorrow."

Just as Brett was about to say something, Donny came out of the elevator. Donny was a little surprised to see Orlena at first sight, but he was a seasoned professional, quickly regaining his composure. He greeted her with a light smile, "Ms. Horigan."

Orlena nodded, then told Brett, "I should go."

Brett grabbed her hand, "Wait."

Donny took a deep breath and turned his face away.

Orlena tried to pull away but Brett's grip was too strong.

"We need to talk," Brett said quietly.

Eventually, they ended up in a quiet café. Donny booked a private booth, dutifully standing guard outside.

Inside the booth.

Brett dismissed the waiter, personally making coffee.

Although he was usually served by others, he enjoyed the art of coffee-making in his private time.

After preparing the coffee, he placed a cup in front of Orlena. "Try it."

Orlena pursed her lips, "I don't like coffee."

A hint of indulgence appeared on Brett's face, his tone unexpectedly tender, "I forgot. You prefer smoothie and fried chicken."

Orlena watched him silently. The man in front of her was still as graceful and scholarly as she remembered. She had once been infatuated with him, but not anymore.

She spoke coldly, "Did you bring me here just to talk about this, Mr. Brett?"

went to the mini-fridge and took out a drink for her. Orlena didn't take it, but he inserted a straw into the drink,

beat. She looked up nonchalantly,

Brett knew it wasn't that simple. She had been

wanted to ask more, but Orlena laughed lightly, countering,

was? Then confess to

I was pregnant, or why

but he

eyes, "Childish? You've always thought of

you sleep with me then? Were you tired of your numerous female friends, so

was controlling her

fried chicken and clubbing. We're from two different worlds. You said we weren't suitable, and I didn't hold onto you. I forgot about our past like you asked. Now, what

that underneath

passionate. Any woman, naïve or experienced, would assume the man would

too, had thought about it.

him. She held back her emotions, "I'm sorry, I lost

"Would it be okay if I

noticeably. She wanted to refuse, but Noland family was related to her family by marriage, and she couldn't reject

have a chat with her when he bumped into her today. It'd been a while since he had

left in a hurry. As she was about to

Brett's car was lowered, and inside sat a mature, beautiful woman. Orlena knew her. That was Brett's subordinate, Stephanie. She was one

nodded

and reminiscing old times with her,

What a player!

was following behind, noticed the open car window too. He frowned, walking over to

"You don't need to explain, Mr. Brett. Besides, can you honestly

past,

else. She got into her car, fastened her seat belt, and stepped

sports car sped past him. As she drove by, Brett caught a glimpse of a tear trickling down her cheek. Was

her car disappear into the distance. Stephanie got out of the car and walked up to him, offering considerately, "Mr. Brett, does that Ms. Horigan have

in his heart. He turned to look at her, and he instantly changed his

trying to defending her

carefully dodged any mention of

with

having witnessed the scene earlier. He

scolded the driver, "Why'd you drive the car

uncomfortably, "Mr.

"Mr. Brett, what should we

to the hotel first. I'm going to check

will be spending the night at Ms. Eloise's house. Perfect, we can unwind. Stephanie, how about I take you out for