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

help you relax. You're

quickly agreed, "Yes, let Ms.

didn't want to embarrass her. He

the servants to light a lamp in the bedroom in anticipation of Brett's

the sofa, closing his eyes and

in a dress, and her soft

a while, but the more he listened, the

was lying next to his legs, pleading softly, "Stay with

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

pushed Ms. Olea away, started to put on his shoes, and casually said, "I have a ton of work to do tomorrow. I don't

was not happy. He was clearly just

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

foot angrily, but didn't

Donny was already waiting for him by the car. Donny

answering. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you

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

long could a young

eyes and ordered softly, "Drive

was late at

when a servant knocked on the door, saying

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

had no choice but to deal with

yet arranged, so he

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? Otherwise I would have

as

Was he joking? It was almost ten o'clock and he

stairs. She was wearing a pure white lace dress,

It was Orlena.

had heard the voices and came down to see what was

Why was he here?

smile, as if he was

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

moved, but she couldn't make a

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

butler personally brought over a selection of wine and appetizers, and Parker kept him company for an hour or so. Despite an hour of

hours, Donny

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

didn't answer. After a few rings, Brett gently hung up. A dull pain

denial, despite telling everyone around him she was

would clear his head. After a while, he put on a calm front