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

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

her. He

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

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

slim waist tightly wrapped in a dress, and her soft breasts on full display, making her

while, but the more he listened, the more irritable

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

all Brett could think of was a certain young girl, who was on the verge of tears but

to put on his shoes, and casually said, "I have a ton of work to do tomorrow. I don't think I

not happy. He was

her with a gentle, "I'm

foot angrily,

walked out of the private residence, where Donny was already waiting for him

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

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

how long could a young girl's crush

and ordered softly, "Drive to Horigan

late at

down when a servant knocked on the door, saying that Brett's

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

no choice but to deal with

Eloise's wedding was not yet arranged, so

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

looking as elegant as ever.

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

was wearing

It was Orlena.

came down to see what was going on,

Why was he here?

if he was looking at

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

a sound. She turned around and

spoiled! Don't worry about it, Brett." Brett watched her go upstairs, smiling, "She's just a kid. It

kept him company for an hour or so. Despite an hour

Donny

about how he had to return to Brockville in the morning, but the young girl was still clearly upset with

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

especially not with a young girl. Despite his stubborn denial, despite telling everyone around him she was just

to let the wind blow in, hoping it would clear his head. After a while, he put on a calm front