Tangled Temptations

Chapter 316

As they exchanged playful banter, Orlena made a hasty retreat.

Brett didn't leave immediately. He sat in his car, taking slow drags from his cigarette, watching the slender figure disappear behind the black wrought-iron gate, swallowed by the night.

He couldn't help but think of someone. His sister, Louise Noland.

Louise had died young, without having a chance to say goodbye to her family. This had always been a thorn in Brett's side.

He had seen photos of Eloise. Like the rest of the Noland family, she had rosy skin and chestnut brown hair. But in terms of temperament, Brett saw echoes of Louise in Orlena. No, she was even more naive than Louise.

Brett held the cigarette between his long fingers but forgot to puff on it. When the ash fell onto his trousers, he chuckled softly to himself.

What was wrong with him today? He had merely encountered a cheeky kid. Why was he feeling so sentimental?

He sat there for a long while before starting the car to return to his hotel. Back in his suite, Donny was pacing like an ant on a hot pan. Seeing Brett, he rushed over, feigning rebuke. "What were you thinking, going out alone? What if something happened..."

Brett sank into the couch. Even in his fatigue, he maintained his impeccable posture, not showing a hint of exhaustion.

He picked up a throw pillow and prepared to put it back, but then he held it up to his nose. There was a faint, delicate scent on it. Not perfume, but the natural fragrance of a girl. Sweet, like the scent of oranges...

Brett raised an eyebrow, giving a faint smile. "If something happens, wouldn't that be a perfect excuse to drop all these responsibilities? You have no idea how tired

I am of dealing with so many people and so many problems every day."

Donny poured him a cup of tea, patiently listening to his complaints. He knew that Mr. Brett would only speak so freely in front of him. In front of others, Mr. Brett was always flawless.

After a few words, Brett prepared to take a bath.

Donny helped him with his shirt, then suddenly asked, "Would you like Ms. Olea to come and keep you company?"

Olea. A famous, beautiful, and graceful actress from the theater. She got along well with Mr. Brett. She often accompanied him when he visited Peterborough.

Brett was on his way to the bathroom when he heard this. He pondered for a few seconds before replying, "No need. I'm not in the mood."

gently, "Sometimes, you suppress yourself too

mediator? She's fine but a bit too cunning for my taste. She's beautiful, yes, but being with her feels like

with him a lot. He thought she was quite nice, but ultimately, it was up to Mr. Brett. Clearly, Mr. Brett

hint, Donny left. A man in his 40s surely had some

he leaned against

ready for his affection, he simply wasn't in the mood. When he was lost in his desires, the image in his mind was of Orlena kneeling on

did not understand men at

Horigan Mansion.

sitting by her bed. She shuffled

how are you

"You're still calling her

initially been met with disapproval from their father, Parker. After all, the

they all

the Noland family thought they were all that? Well, Harvey

did not want her

him. He gently stroked

him, giving a

but swallowed his words. Kitty had called him, telling him about what happened yesterday. He figured that given Brett's status and

something

sibling bond was strong. Harvey stayed with her for lunch before heading to

had never worked

27 years of life. In the afternoon, she roamed around the

eventually growing bored and

to drive out. She

outside the

Why was she here?

bit dazed, her cheeks

night that she wasn't suitable for him. Who wanted to be suitable for him anyway? She only

slowly pulled out, its license plate reading

and

glanced in the rearview