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.

them. Their

fell from Orlena's eyes. She felt somewhat sober, but not entirely

start to finish,

body longing for his closeness after the effects of the

radiant face. He gently cooed, "Don't cry, Orlena. Don't

he had her, it would be hard for

and thrilled him. When she called him Brett this time, he felt like he was holding a mature woman, the woman who

made love to

not from

but call out his name, he lost all control. Their

...

face, the man she both desired and resisted,

bed

He woke up, his hand on her

He was disheveled, and his

cigarette, hearing the footsteps

voice was soft. "Aren't

wore a pair of iron-grey trousers and a simple white shirt. Men his age often dressed this way, but few could maintain Brett's

quite gentle. "Did

bit red, but she pretended to be indifferent. "It

It was alright.

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

want to tell him. It felt like admitting she was still waiting for him, so she chose

a deep drag of his cigarette, his narrow eyes fixated on her. She felt oppressed and wanted

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

both

waist tightened. One hand

you doing? We're on the terrace, people

was also sweating. He persisted in caressing her, wanting her

out, "No.

she felt awful, and her eyes were

kissed away her tears, turning her around to bring her

once more.

she turned her face away. "Are you

too many things to do, but he couldn't bear to

pushed him away violently and fled in a

always out there, dating, and attending dinners and movies with others. Of course, he was jealous, but he couldn't stop her. He wasn't sure if she would fall for someone else at any moment. After

risk for him. If she really spent the night with someone

But she hadn't...

hadn't, and he chose

filling his lungs with an indescribable satisfaction. This psychological

had changed between them after they'd had sex. The Horigans could

but nobody

with Brett, Harvey found Eloise. She was in the room she used to occupy; the furniture was still there even

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