Tangled Temptations

Chapter 325

When she woke up, it was already evening. The autumn sunset, pouring through the picture window, draped a golden haze over the person on the bed.

Brett had been up for a while, watching her wake. He leaned in to kiss her and gently said, "Sleep a little longer. I'll wake you for dinner."

As he spoke, he got up and dressed.

He was a man with a ton of responsibilities, Donny had been waiting for him in the study for half a day, but he couldn't bear to leave her alone, fearing she would be upset when she woke.

He cherished his girl. Even if he couldn't always be there for her, he did his best to take care of her.

Orlena was a bit shy. She pulled up the blanket, propped up against the pillows and watched him.

After Brett got dressed, he bent down to kiss her and gave a soft laugh.

Brett left, and she didn't dare to fall asleep again. She went to check on Eloise, then spent some time chatting with Tracey. Tracey was an understanding old woman who didn't blame her for anything and, with few girls in the Noland family, she became quite a novelty.

In the evening, when Brett returned from his errands, he found his girl helping his mother pick green beans.

Tracey was still muttering, "These are homegrown, no pesticides."

He pushed away the vines overhead and walked over, teasing, "Mother, you treasure these organic bits so much, hardly ever letting others have a taste."

Tracey scoffed. She addressed his girl, "Don't listen to Brett's nonsense. If he were decent enough to bring his Olga home, I'd dig up everything in the garden for him."

"Olga?" Orlena was clearly taken aback.

So Tracey recounted the drunken dream in a casual manner.

Orlena figured it out and blushed. Brett just watched her, his expression a mix of amusement and seriousness, making her more uncomfortable. But she felt sweet inside, realizing that Brett would call her name when he was drunk.

The sky grew darker.

Tracey took it upon herself to cook dinner, with Orlena by her side, while Brett, who usually stayed away from the kitchen, even lingered inside.

After dinner, they walked back to the room.

At the door, Brett led her into his bedroom. Brett's bedroom was spacious with a hint of sophistication, including an antique study and a coffee area by the window.

Orlena was taken aback.

Brett teased her, "Stunned?"

She replied shyly, "I never imagined that my boyfriend's room would be like this..."

Her words were very diplomatic. Actually, she thought he was old-fashioned and old.

Brett could read between the lines. He laughed and made her a cup of coffee, then casually asked, "Shall we continue tonight?"

Orlena was instantly flustered.

He was insatiable!

She was younger and knew how to back down. She went behind him, hugged him and called his name sweetly. Brett held her hand and drank his coffee.

In truth, he was swamped with work. He had barely had a break in the afternoon

and he certainly had no time for fooling around now.

Orlena didn't complain. While he worked in his study, she quietly kept him company.

her to fetch something. His

he had

thought he was a pervert, as he said

were getting heated, there was a knock on

asleep yet, are you? I brought you

was already

Orlena widened her

her slippers under the bed, and sat

and asked, "Are you going to

It's been a

was in the mood for a heart-to-heart with her son, much to Orlena's dismay. She was suffocating under the covers, but couldn't move because Brett was

the covers, her eyes

held her, examining her carefully. After a

blushed. What did

questioning. He shared the midnight snack with her that his mother

pinched her face, "Should I

much, so she jumped on

neck and complaining about being hungry. Brett kissed her, "I've never

She asked innocently, hugging

on his shoes and left. He didn't expect to run into his mother in the

the fridge and said, "I'm still

young anymore. You need to watch your diet, especially at night. How are you going to find a wife if

Tracey filled a small bowl and added some cilantro. She heard that girls these days love

his way, he couldn't help but laugh. He didn't eat cilantro, but his mother had added it. It seemed

...

dating are

yet. Brett planned to stay here with her until Thanksgiving, then

in the house for a few days and wanted to go out and buy Thanksgiving gifts

he stayed in the car to review some files. However, they didn't expect to run into someone they knew

old workmate, Melisa,

with her own

car parked on the side of the road as she departed a local restaurant. She knew Brett was destined for great things, much greater than herself and she

with him.

over, tapping lightly on the window. Brett,

the car.

greeted him with a warm smile, "I thought I recognized that car from a mile away.

of breath, came running over with several shopping bags, calling him by his first

Melisa had a son of her own, and so

preferring to keep his private life separate from his professional one, esponded with a nonchalant smile, "Oh, just someone

"

some reason, this made Orlena's chest

material in

Her feelings

written all

to appease her, but his mind was already whirring. Perhaps it was best to first take her back to Peterborough. Given his standing, he couldn't exactly flaunt their relationship before making it official. If

a private man. But Orlena seemed to

night, as they lay in bed, she nestled

anymore! Can you not send me back to

down at

around his neck, continued,

because they seldom had the opportunity to

known each other for over a year now, but they had

her soft skin beneath his touch. She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but tonight, he seemed a bit more aggressive than usual. Afterwards, she lay languidly against