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 went into the kitchen and hugged him from behind, her voice shaky, "Brett,

She didn't want to become his mistress. Even if he wasn't married, a woman kept in secrecy was still

softly replied, "Drink your

head, stubbornly demanding an

We can't even walk down the street together openly. We can't keep meeting in hotels. It's too demeaning. I

could offer right now. A private space where

could be open about their relationship. After his explanation, Orlena

also thrilled. This was the home Brett had given

gently said, "I left two bunnies in the bedroom. Donny had to queue

on him so much, she

her into his lap, kissing her. After a while, she claimed to be hungry and wanted a late-night snack. He playfully slapped her bottom, "You eat so much, but you

was perfect. She had a slim waist but

willing to cook her a late-night snack while she hovered around him. He found this simple domesticity far more enjoyable than going to

when Orlena asked him why he wasn't married. He realized it wasn't because he was too busy or because of his

wife would be a capable, versatile woman. But fate had other plans. The woman he fell for

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

wife but also as a

tired he

her, 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 than her life with the Horigan family. If it was, he

this place as her home. She couldn't stay out all night without an explanation though. In

home before returning to the bedroom. Brett had already showered

noticed the fatigue etched into his face and felt 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

her waist, "Did you finish your

She hummed in response.

then leaned in, close enough that their

was slightly raspy, "Can

bedside table and pulled out

next to the

was pinned under him as he kissed

for him. She wasn't reluctant,

exert himself

gently rubbing against her. After a moment, he chuckled.

hair, whispering, "Let's just cuddle and talk. We don't always

Brett didn't insist.

at my hair anymore. If I go bald,

end, he was always

snuggling into his waist and asking softly,