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

Come with me. I'll help you relax.

let Ms. Olea take care

didn't want to embarrass her. He

a lamp in the bedroom in anticipation of Brett's arrival. Brett used to love

on the sofa, closing his eyes and enjoying Ms. Olea's

tightly wrapped in a dress, and her soft breasts on

he listened, the

his legs, pleading softly, "Stay with me tonight,

think of was a certain young girl, who was on the verge of tears but still trying to act like

started to put on his shoes, and casually said, "I have a ton of work to

He was clearly

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

foot angrily, but

was already waiting for him by the car. Donny was quite surprised,

without answering. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do

Then he realized who Brett was talking about, and laughed

smiled faintly. Yeah, how long could a young girl's crush

his eyes and ordered softly, "Drive to Horigan

late at

down when a servant knocked on the door, saying

a robe, but was stopped by her husband. Parker

had no choice but to

arranged, so he had

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

stood in the hall, looking as elegant as

he joking? It was almost ten o'clock and he wanted to prepare a

was wearing a pure white lace dress, her

It was Orlena.

had heard the voices and came down to see what

Why was he here?

with a smile, as if he was looking at an ordinary young

Parker instructed the butler to prepare dinner, and

make a sound.

shook his head and told Brett, "She's spoiled! Don't worry about it, Brett." Brett watched her go upstairs,

butler personally brought over a selection of wine and appetizers, and Parker kept him company for an hour or so. Despite an hour of small talk, he still couldn't figure out what

wee hours, Donny helped Brett into the

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

After a few rings, Brett gently hung up. A dull

telling everyone around him she was just a younger acquaintance, he couldn't deny he

After a while, he put on a calm front and joked