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 girl would happily run

evening. Finally, he had

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

getting heated, there was a knock on

you're not asleep yet, are you? I

door was

the bed froze. Orlena widened her eyes and whispered,

kicked her slippers under the bed,

already entered and asked,

It's been a

son, much to Orlena's dismay. She was suffocating under the covers, but couldn't move because Brett was holding

crawled out of the covers, her eyes filled with tears.

her, examining her carefully. After a while, he asked softly, "Do you like

did

the midnight snack with her that

finished the bowl, she was still hungry and wanted more. Brett pinched her face, "Should I wake up mother to make her daughter-in-law another

she jumped on him and hit

a while, she was still hugging his neck and complaining about being hungry. Brett kissed her, "I've never seen a more troublesome girl!

She asked innocently, hugging

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

see him. Brett lit a cigarette, opened the fridge and said, "I'm still hungry.

cook. She took out some pasta from the fridge, carefully boiled them, and scolded him, "You're not young anymore. You need to watch your diet, especially at night. How are you going to find a wife if you don't take care of

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

but laugh. He didn't eat cilantro,

...

of dating are always

Brett planned to stay here with her until Thanksgiving, then take her back

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 pie in Brockville were

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

workmate, Melisa,

her

she departed a local restaurant. She knew Brett was destined for great things, much greater than herself and she was keen on maintaining

with him.

lightly on the window. Brett, obliging, stepped out

the car.

him with a warm smile, "I thought I recognized that car from a mile away. Didn't actually expect it to

of breath, came running over with several shopping bags,

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

one,

"

this made Orlena's

in

Her feelings

written all

to Peterborough. Given his standing, he couldn't exactly

private man. But

she nestled into his chest, whispering,

not send me back to

down at

wrapping her arms around his neck, continued, "I

because they seldom had the opportunity to

other for over a year now, but they had actually spent very few days together. Brett's resolve

with the feel of 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 the heat