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.

waiting for him to kiss them. Their hot lips met

sober, but not entirely awake. Her delicate fingers lightly traced his handsome features. Her voice was hoarse.

finish, it was

his closeness after the effects of the alcohol, but there was still a sense

her radiant face. He gently

still somewhat hesitant; after all, once he had her, it would be hard for

Brett. She rarely called him that. In the past, when she called him Brett, it excited and thrilled him. When she called him Brett this time, he felt like he was holding a

made love

cried bitterly, not from

Perhaps later, when she couldn't help but call out his name, he lost all control. Their bodies, untouched for

...

dawn broke, Orlena opened her eyes. She saw a magnified handsome face, the

bed with her for

He woke up,

out of her room. He was

cigarette,

was soft.

a simple white shirt.

tone was quite gentle. "Did you enjoy

red, but she

It was alright.

been asked the previous night in bed. "In this past year, you've been

but she didn't want to tell him. It felt like admitting she was still waiting for him, so she

of his cigarette, his narrow eyes fixated on her. She felt oppressed

her into his embrace. He finished his cigarette and tossed it aside.

was both

hand on her waist tightened.

What are you doing? We're

in caressing her, wanting her to

cry out, "No. There hasn't been anyone

and her

kissed away her tears, turning her around

once more.

her

dare to linger in the sweetness. He had too many things to do, but he couldn't bear to leave her. He leaned

violently and

but he couldn't stop her. He wasn't sure if she would fall for someone else

her have her freedom was a risk for him. If she really spent the night with someone else, he knew he'd never be

But she hadn't...

she hadn't, and he chose

another cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs with an indescribable satisfaction. This psychological satisfaction was even more intense than the physical pleasure he'd experienced the night

between them after they'd had

nobody said

after discussing business with Brett, Harvey found Eloise. She was in the room she used to occupy; the furniture was

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