Tangled Temptations

Chapter 326

Orlena returned to Peterborough.

She thought it would be a while before they could see each other again, but within

a week of her return, Brett showed up.

It was late in the evening when she received his call, "Come outside!"

Her heart raced. He was in Peterborough?

She clung onto her phone, hastily changed into a dress, and rushed downstairs. Her father, Parker, was still up, reading the newspaper. He looked up at his youngest daughter and casually remarked, "Going out this late?"

"Kitty invited me for a late-night snack," she quickly replied before dashing out the door.

Parker shook his head. Kids!

A sleek black Lotus was parked outside the Horigan Mansion. Brett, in all black, was leaning against the car, smoking. He blended into the night. When he saw Orlena come running out, he gently opened his arms. She naturally fell into his embrace, burying her face in his shoulder, taking in his pleasant scent.

After a moment, she playfully protested, "You almost burned me!"

Brett chuckled and stubbed out his cigarette, leaning down to kiss her.

She was a bit anxious. They were standing right outside her house, after all. Brett was clearly considerate of this and quickly ushered her into the car after a brief kiss.

Orlena buckled her seatbelt slowly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Where are we going?"

She wanted to ask if they were heading to a hotel, but that would make her seem too forward, too eager.

Brett glanced at her. It had been a week since they'd last seen each other, and he had missed her terribly. He had to squeeze in time today to see her.

He took her hand, his voice a bit hoarse, "You'll know when we get there."

Orlena simply nodded, obediently.

The black Lotus sped along the road, and after about an hour, they pulled up in front of a luxurious apartment building on Sixth Avenue.

The place was infamous for its high prices and exceptional privacy. Only the business magnates and celebrities could afford to live here.

Brett escorted her upstairs. The apartment was about 120 square meters, lavishly decorated. An old vinyl record was playing, filling the room with soulful melodies.

Orlena removed her coat and looked around. Brett let her explore while he went into the kitchen to pour her some milk.

she finished looking around, she went into the kitchen and hugged him from behind, her voice shaky, "Brett, what is

if he wasn't married, a woman kept in secrecy was still a

softly replied,

her head, stubbornly demanding

strained, "Orlena, I can't offer you a legitimate marriage right now. We can't even walk down the street together openly. We can't keep meeting in hotels. It's too demeaning. I know what you're thinking about this place,

space where he would spend as much time with her as he

could be open about their relationship.

changed. She was shy, but also thrilled.

the bedroom. Donny had to queue up to buy

she

be hungry and wanted a late-night snack. He playfully slapped her

a slim waist but

late-night snack while she hovered around him. He found this simple domesticity far more

was too busy or because of his status. It

woman. But fate had other plans. The woman he fell for was nothing like he

she knew was how to cling onto him and call out his name. She was petulant and would ignore him when she

He not only saw her as his wife but also as

she noticed how tired he

he felt it was his responsibility to make up for it in other areas. He spoiled her rotten He believed Orlena's life with him should be no less comfortable

her home. She couldn't stay out all night without an explanation though. In the end, it was Kitty

returning to the bedroom. Brett had

a pang of sympathy. She didn't want to wake him and was planning on quietly slipping into bed next to him, but the moment she lay down, he woke up. He gently pulled

softly stroked her waist, "Did you finish

She hummed in response.

then leaned in, close enough that their breaths mingled,

slightly raspy, "Can we

he spoke, he reached into the bedside table and pulled

next to the

next moment, she was pinned under him as he kissed

felt a pang of sympathy for him. She wasn't reluctant, but she

face. She didn't want him to exert himself further and wrapped her arms

nose lowered, gently rubbing against her. After a moment, he chuckled. There was

hair, whispering, "Let's just cuddle and

Brett didn't insist.

he returned to embrace her, he feigned a complaint, "Don't pull at

end, he was always concerned

waist and asking softly, "How