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

evening. Finally, he

thought he was a pervert, as he said they wouldn't have

they were getting heated, there was

echoed, "Brett, you're not asleep yet, are you? I brought you some midnight

was already

on the bed froze. Orlena widened her eyes and whispered, "What do we

into the covers, kicked her slippers under the bed, and sat

had already entered and asked, "Are you going to

"Yeah! It's been a long

the covers, but couldn't move because Brett was holding her head with his leg

out of the covers, her eyes filled with

out and held her, examining her carefully. After a

What did he

midnight

hungry and wanted more. Brett pinched her

she jumped on him

about being hungry. Brett kissed her, "I've

She asked innocently,

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

fridge and said, "I'm still hungry. I was

carefully boiled them, and scolded him, "You're not young anymore. You

boiling. Tracey filled a small bowl and added some cilantro. She heard that

but laugh. He didn't eat cilantro, but his mother had added it. It seemed that her eyes were sharper than

...

dating are always

had not been exposed yet. Brett planned to stay here with her until Thanksgiving, then take her back to Peterborough. As for the future,

had been cooped up in the house for a few days and wanted to go out and buy Thanksgiving gifts for Eloise and Tracey. She had heard that the pumkin

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

workmate, Melisa,

with her

side of the road as she departed a local restaurant. She knew Brett

with him.

on the window. Brett, obliging,

the car.

I recognized that car from a mile away.

and out of breath,

a second look. The young girl was rather pretty. Melisa had a son of her own, and

from his professional one, esponded with a nonchalant smile, "Oh,

"

this made Orlena's chest tighten uncomfortably.

in his

Her feelings

all

the drive back, Brett tried to appease her, but his mind was already whirring. Perhaps it was best to first take her back to

been a private man. But

as they lay in bed, she nestled into his chest, whispering, "I won't

not send

looked down at

wrapping her arms around his neck, continued, "I

they seldom had the opportunity to spend

always able to visit her in Peterborough. They had known each other for over a year now, but they had actually spent very few days together. Brett's resolve softened. He

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 him, their bodies cooling from