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. You're always

"Yes, let Ms. Olea

embarrass her. He didn't care

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

the sofa, closing his eyes

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

the more he listened, the more irritable he became,

legs, pleading softly, "Stay with

hard to resist such a tempting woman, but all Brett could think of was a

and casually said, "I have a

He was clearly just

pinched her face, soothing her

her foot angrily,

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

got into the car without answering. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you think

about, and laughed along, "She's just a kid; she'll forget about it in a

smiled faintly. Yeah, how long could

and ordered softly, "Drive to

late

just laid down when a servant knocked on the door,

by her husband. Parker gritted his teeth, "That Brett, he must be having some trouble. That's why he's coming here

he had no choice

Eloise's wedding was not yet arranged, so

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

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

face froze. Now? Was he joking? It was almost ten o'clock and he wanted to prepare

spoke, a figure came down the stairs. She was wearing a pure white lace dress, her

It was Orlena.

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

Why was he here?

as if he was looking at an ordinary

father didn't notice. Parker instructed the butler to prepare dinner, and told

lips moved, but she couldn't make a

worry about it, Brett." Brett watched her go

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

Donny helped Brett into

return to Brockville in the morning, but the young girl was still clearly upset with him. He

girl's number, but she didn't answer. After a few rings, Brett

getting involved in romantic affairs, 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 couldn't

hoping it would clear his head. After a while, he put on a calm front and joked