Tangled Temptations

Chapter 320

The atmosphere inside the private booth was unexplainably tense. Brett's handsome fingers were gently caressing a card, his face sporting an unreadable expression, that left everyone guessing his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Orlena stood defiantly at the door, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked pitiful, just like a little puppy.

Slowly, Brett rose from his seat and began to walk towards the door. Ms. Olea seemed to sense something and called out to him, "Brett!"

But Brett seemed oblivious. He continued to stride towards the door, his voice gentle and warm, "Why did you follow me here?"

Orlena just stood there, looking at him. And at everyone else in the room. And at Ms. Olea. Finally, she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I forgot to get your autograph!"

It was an obvious lie. Everyone in the room could see that, but nobody dared to call her out, because Brett's feelings for this young girl were clearly different.

Brett smiled slowly, then turned to Ms. Olea, "Ms. Olea, this is your fault! Quickly sign something for her, so she can go home and complete her mission."

Ms. Olea was a master of social etiquette. She immediately opened her handbag, took out a fragrant picture of herself, signed it, and then walked over to Orlena, joking, "Brett is right, it was my fault!"

Orlena softly thanked her. She refused to look at Brett again, but he kept his gaze on her.

When she said goodbye, Brett arranged for someone to send her home.

"No need!" She shook her head, "I drove here."

Without saying anything more, Brett reached out, as if he wanted to touch her hair, but finally put his hand down, and smiled faintly, "Drive safely."

She nodded, turned around and left.

From beginning to end, there wasn't a single word of blame or resentment between them. Because such words are meant for lovers, and she and Brett, were nothing. Even her feelings for him were not allowed.

The luxurious brass doors slowly closed. He was inside, surrounded by luxury and beautiful women.

And she was on her own, her shadow stretching long under the crystal chandelier in the corridor.

The room became lively again.

Ms. Olea was still nestled next to Brett, serving him with the same tender affection, while Mr. Moreno joked, "We should've kept the girl here. Brett, she's your exclusive little tail. How could you let her go?"

Brett made a few casual jokes, but he felt a restlessness that shouldn't have been there.

"I'm done playing!" In the end, he pushed the cards away, ending the social gathering.

The room fell silent.

After a while, Ms. Olea managed to smile, speaking softly, "Are you feeling

with me. I'll help you relax.

let Ms. Olea take

didn't want to embarrass her. He didn't care

very elegant, and she had instructed the servants to light a lamp in the bedroom in anticipation of Brett's arrival. Brett used to love this

the sofa, closing

singing softly, her slim waist tightly wrapped in a dress, and her soft breasts on full

for a while, but the more he listened, the more irritable he

legs, pleading softly, "Stay with

of was a certain young

on his shoes, and casually said, "I have

happy. He was

pinched her face, soothing her with a gentle, "I'm

foot angrily, but didn't dare

out of the private residence, where Donny was already waiting for him by the car. Donny was quite surprised, "You're not

while, he suddenly asked, "Do you think she'll be

he realized who Brett was talking about, and laughed along, "She's just a kid; she'll forget

smiled faintly. Yeah, how long could a

his eyes and ordered

was late

laid down when a servant knocked

by her husband. Parker gritted his teeth, "That Brett, he must

choice but

yet arranged, so he had

a jacket, and by the time he was descending the stairs, he had put on a friendly face, "So it's Eloise's

hall, looking as elegant as ever. He smiled slightly, "It's not too

he joking? It was almost ten o'clock

stairs. She was wearing a pure

It was Orlena.

heard the voices and came down to see what was

Why was he here?

her with a smile, as if he was looking

to prepare dinner, and told his daughter,

couldn't make a sound. She turned around and ran

spoiled! Don't worry about it, Brett." Brett watched her go upstairs,

and Parker kept him company for an hour or so. Despite an hour of small talk, he still couldn't figure

wee hours, Donny helped Brett into

the car seat, he thought about how he had to return to Brockville in the morning, but the

young girl's number, but she didn't answer. After a few rings, Brett gently hung up. A dull pain

especially not with a young girl. Despite his stubborn denial, despite telling everyone around him she was just a younger acquaintance, he couldn't deny he treated her differently. He

clear his head. After a while, he put on a calm front and joked with Donny, "You've had a good