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. You're always

agreed, "Yes, let Ms. Olea take care of

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

elegant, and she had instructed the servants to light a lamp in the bedroom in

leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes and

was leaning against him, singing softly, her slim waist tightly wrapped in a dress, and

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

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

of was a certain young girl, who was on the verge of tears but

started to put on his shoes, and casually said, "I have

He was

her

foot angrily, but didn't dare to lash

walked out of the private residence, where Donny was already waiting for him by the car. Donny was quite

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do

and laughed along,

long could a young girl's

ordered softly, "Drive

late at

knocked on the door, saying that Brett's

hearing the news twice, Parker sat up straight. Pauline also put on a robe, but was stopped by her husband. Parker gritted his teeth, "That Brett, he must be having some trouble. That's why he's coming here in the middle of

choice but to deal with

Eloise's wedding was not yet arranged, so he had to

was descending the stairs, he had put on a friendly face, "So it's Eloise's uncle Brett! How could you not tell me when you come to Peterborough?

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

almost ten o'clock

stairs. She was wearing a pure white lace dress, her hair dark, her

It was Orlena.

the voices and came down to see what was going on,

Why was he here?

with a smile, as if he

her face was pale. Her father didn't notice. Parker instructed the butler to prepare dinner, and told his daughter, "You're here, why didn't you call out? Say hello to

a sound. She turned around

Brett." Brett watched her

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 brought Brett

wee hours, Donny helped Brett into

return to Brockville in the morning, but the young girl was still clearly upset with him. He thought he should do something

young girl's number, but she didn't answer. After a

him she

wind blow in, hoping it would clear his head. After a while, he put on a