Tangled Temptations

Chapter 314

Chapter 303

Brett pushed open the bedroom door.

Orlena had tidied up the room and even changed the bed sheets. She was too embarrassed to let the maid wash the soiled sheets, so she hand-washed them in the bathroom herself.

Brett entered, silently observing for a while.

She was never good at housework. She scrubbed for a long time, not only failing to clean them but also managing to get herself all wet in the process.

"I've got it," he murmured.

A blush spread across Orlena's cheeks, and she couldn't even bear to meet his gaze. Seeing him would only remind her of what happened the night before.

Brett took her by the shoulder and led her to one side. Orlena didn't resist, quietly washing her hands.

Although Brett held a high status, he had lived in a rented apartment during his university years and was competent in all household chores. He washed the bed sheets so well. Yet, the sheets were in such a state from the previous night that even he took quite a while to completely clean them. Finally, the soft pink sheets were hung out on the terrace to dry.

After finishing, Brett didn't leave. He leaned against the terrace railing, lighting up a cigarette. His narrow eyes focused on the delicate color of the sheets, which reminded him so much of Orlena.

The previous night was an accident.

He had been planning to go to sleep after a chat with Parker. Daniel, who rarely showed him any closeness, was sleeping on his bed, his breaths warm and inviting. This was his and Orlena's child.

Brett sat at the edge of the bed, quietly watching, feeling that the child was incredibly beautiful.

Downstairs, the sound of high heels echoed. He shouldn't have gone out. At that time, there could only be one person walking around the mansion, and that was Orlena.

But he hadn't seen her in so long, and he couldn't suppress his desire to see her.

She was slightly drunk. When she saw him, her eyes were shimmering. Her eyes and brows were full of womanly charm, but with a touch of innocence that made Brett somewhat unable to resist.

He reached out to steady her, his gaze intense. "Why were you drinking?"

She was drunk, and unlike the usual times when she would avoid him, she just stared straight at him.

Brett was a normal man. He hadn't been with a woman for a long time because of his busy schedule and Orlena. At that moment, he was somewhat aroused. However, he still had enough sense to lead her to her bedroom.

She lay back on the soft bed. Brett poured her a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table. "Drink some water, take off your clothes, and go to sleep."

Orlena's gaze was clear, still straight. After a while, she turned her face to bury it in the blanket, not making a sound. But he knew she was crying.

Brett lightly patted her shoulder, his voice a mix of gentleness and affection. "Didn't you go on a date? Were you hurt?"

She didn't respond, but her slender shoulders started shaking even more violently.

Brett used some force to gently turn her around. As expected, she had been crying.

She wasn't really young anymore. But because she was so much younger than him, and had a childish temperament, she still looked like the young girl from the past.

Brett knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist leaning down.

soft, moist and slightly parted, as if waiting for him to kiss them. Their hot lips

from Orlena's eyes. She felt somewhat sober, but not entirely awake. Her delicate fingers lightly traced his handsome features. Her voice was hoarse. "Brett,

finish, it was only

the effects of the alcohol, but there was still a sense

face. He gently cooed,

all, once he had her,

she called him by his name, Brett. She rarely called him that. In the past, when she called him Brett, it excited and thrilled him. When she called him Brett

made

from pain, but

while losing himself in her. Perhaps later, when she couldn't help but call out his name, he lost all control. Their bodies, untouched for so long, ignited

...

magnified handsome face, the man

bed with

He woke up, his hand on her waist.

of her room. He was disheveled, and his belt was

leisurely puffed on his cigarette, hearing the

voice was soft. "Aren't

pair of iron-grey trousers and a simple white shirt. Men his age often dressed this

quite gentle. "Did you enjoy

a bit red, but she pretended to

It was alright.

as he asked a question that should have been asked the previous night in bed. "In this past year, you've been on

was blunt. In reality, she hadn't, but she didn't want to tell him. It felt like

narrow eyes fixated on her.

finished his cigarette and tossed it aside. Lowering his head to her ear, he asked

was both embarrassed

hand on her waist tightened.

doing? We're on the terrace, people will

teased her, even though he was also sweating. He persisted in caressing her, wanting her to tell the truth. "Tell me,

help but cry out, "No. There

awful, and

away her tears, turning her

once more.

finished, she turned her face away.

couldn't bear to leave her. He

violently and fled in

Of course, he was jealous, but he couldn't stop her. He

was a risk for him. If she really spent the night with someone else, he knew he'd never be able to shake

But she hadn't...

said she hadn't, and he chose to believe

satisfaction. This psychological satisfaction was even more

had changed between them after they'd

nobody

Eloise. She was in the room she used to occupy; the furniture was still there even though

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