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.

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

softly replied, "Drink your

head, stubbornly demanding

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, but I've never seen it that way. Consider this place home, and consider me your husband.

private space

be open about their relationship. After

feelings had completely changed. She was shy, but also thrilled. This was

in the bedroom.

depended on him so much, she sweetly replied,

pulled 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

truth, she was perfect. She had a slim waist but was curvaceous

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

he was too busy or because of his status. It was because, before her, he had never met someone he truly wanted to

settle down, his wife would be a capable, versatile woman. But fate had other plans. The woman he fell for was nothing like he had imagined.

his name. She was petulant and would ignore him when she

his wife but also as a child. Apart from occasionally teasing her, he was always considerate of

tired he was

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,

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

the night, she called home before returning to the bedroom. Brett had already showered and was lounging in

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 down, he woke up. He gently

stroked her waist, "Did you finish your

She hummed in response.

leaned in, close enough that their breaths mingled, warm and

slightly raspy, "Can we

spoke, he reached into the bedside table and

it next to the

moment, she was pinned under him as he kissed

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

to exert himself further

Then his nose lowered, gently rubbing against her. After a moment,

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

Brett didn't insist.

complaint, "Don't pull at my hair anymore. If I go bald, I won't be as

he was

waist