Tangled Temptations

Chapter 262

Harvey called out.

Brett turned around. Pointing towards the piano, he commented lightly, "Looks good, doesn't it?"

Under the crystal chandelier, Harvey had a gentle look in his eyes, tinged with a hint of nostalgia for the past. "Eloise and I bought it when we started dating. It used to be in our apartment, but we moved it here when Linda started taking piano lessons."

He made a gesture, "Have a seat."

Brett sauntered over to the couch and gently placed a file on the coffee table. Harvey picked it up and flipped it open. It was an internal document, about seven or eight pages long. It listed severe charges and ended with the prosecutor's recommended sentence.

Brett's voice was low, "Death penalty. Unless something changes, it'll be executed in two months."

As he spoke, his gaze was intense and his emotions were mixed. He had learned some undisclosed information from the inside, and he also understood why Linda, despite losing so much blood, had managed to survive back then.

He had underestimated Harvey. When push came to shove, Harvey was ruthless.

After Harvey finished reading, he handed the file back to Brett. He knew that the speedy handling of this case was thanks to Brett's efforts. Despite their usual disagreements, Brett had proven that in critical moments, they were on the same

side.

Harvey got up, walked to the bar, and took out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. He offered, "Drink?"

His suggestion was an invitation for Brett to stay the night.

Brett waved him off. Looking up towards the second floor, he saw Eloise standing there. He got up, dusted off his trousers, and smiled, "No thanks. I have a meeting in the morning."

Harvey didn't insist, but he offered Brett to stay the night.

Brett patted his shoulder, "The driver is waiting for me. Take care of Eloise." As he uttered the last words, he seemed to remember something, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. After all, he couldn't let go.

Harvey understood what was left unsaid, and didn't mention Orlena. He walked Brett out to his car.

The black Audi slowly pulled away.

Harvey didn't immediately return to the villa. He stood alone in the parking area, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. The smoke enveloped him, obscuring his face. He recalled many memories, both good and bad. But these would all eventually become part of the past as Joan faced justice.

After smoking one cigarette, he turned around and went back.

villa. Her face was gently illuminated by the dim light. Harvey quickly

interlaced her fingers with his and

is it? You're more affectionate than

tightened her grip and murmured, "Harvey, don't talk. I just want to hold

that, they held each

gently held her waist. She

was unyielding. But when she wanted to be submissive, she was incredibly soft. She would never resist him, no matter how he treated her. If it were any other

sat in his

asked softly, "Mr. Brett, where do we go

closed his eyes. His mind was filled with thoughts of top-secret projects and her. After a

day, after finishing his meeting, he would return

busyness, he felt like he was walking on thin ice, every step a struggle. In public, he

years ago. The usually disciplined him smoked

wouldn't fall into the trap of love like a young boy.

But when he arrived, she wasn't alone. She was with a young, gentlemanly man. They were coming out of a movie theatre, which was

until nine in the evening that the

Horigan Mansion, Brett's car was parked not far away. He quietly watched the handsome couple, his feelings complicated. He realized he

grab the young man by his collar, and shout, "Stay away from my woman." But now, all he could do was sit in the darkness and

actually quite good. She was willing to give it a shot. She had dinner and watched a

stood there, a layer of moisture glossing

called out to her,

Her expression was blank, a mix

tilted his chin towards his car, "Get in.

moved to call the doorman, but Brett was quicker.

quickly got in

didn't deny it. Her tone was indifferent, "Yes. He's a good man. He's met Daniel and he likes

he would have laughed it off. But now, it might actually happen. His girl would be sleeping with another

good. More times than she could count, he'd lay her down beneath him, take her with a rough passion that left her breathless, and then lean back against the headboard to smoke. His emotions during those moments were complex, tinged with a

was 16 years younger than him. The things he did to her

dropped the damn thing in surprise. Perhaps it was the unexpected thrill, but

filled the air. Orlena coughed, her

at him, "And you? Do you like him?" Orlena's eyes welled up with tears. She murmured softly, "It's alright." Brett understood her answer. She didn't say she liked the

was settling. She would marry someone else, as long as they were decent enough and could take care of Daniel. He had hurt her, and in turn,