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?"

he inserted a straw into the drink, then said softly, "Orlena, I've always wondered, how have

She looked

knew it wasn't that simple. She had been pampered since childhood, not used to fending

Orlena laughed lightly, countering, "What do

desperate I was? Then confess to you

pregnant, or why I didn't abort

but he

eyes, "Childish? You've always thought of

Brett? How could you sleep with me then? Were you

was controlling

smoothie, fried chicken and clubbing. We're from two different worlds. You said we weren't

that underneath her words laid her

relationship was sweet and passionate. Any woman, naïve or experienced,

too, had thought about it. But he let her

her emotions, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. If you want

it be okay if I visit the

wanted to refuse, but Noland family was related to her family by marriage,

he bumped into her today. It'd been a while since he had a simple conversation with someone, without any hidden agendas,

a hurry. As she was about to

car was lowered, and inside sat a mature, beautiful woman. Orlena knew her. That was

nodded at

reminiscing old times with her, the next

What a player!

behind, noticed the open car window too. He frowned, walking over to Orlena, "I brought her

Besides, can you honestly say

fell silent. That was all in the past, a moment

didn't say anything else. She got into her car, fastened her

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

of the car and walked up to him, offering considerately, "Mr. Brett, does that Ms. Horigan have some

turned to look at her, and

to defending

mention of his relationship with

responded with

having witnessed the scene earlier. He wiped

"Why'd you

driver replied uncomfortably,

"Mr. Brett, what should we do

to the hotel first. I'm going to check on

"It seems Mr. Brett will be spending the night at Ms. Eloise's house. Perfect, we can unwind. Stephanie, how about I take you