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.

the kitchen and hugged him from

mistress. Even if he wasn't married, a woman kept

softly replied, "Drink your

head, stubbornly

in hotels. It's too demeaning. I

offer right now. A private space where he would spend as much

they could be open

but also thrilled. This

appeased her, gently said, "I left two bunnies in the bedroom. Donny had to queue up to buy them.

she sweetly replied,

while, she claimed to be hungry and wanted a late-night snack. He playfully slapped her

She had a slim waist but was curvaceous where it mattered. Brett loved that

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

he wasn't married. He realized it wasn't because he was too busy or because of his status. It was because, before her, he had never met someone he truly wanted

thought that when he did settle down, his wife would be a capable, versatile woman. But fate had other

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

Orlena. He not only saw her as his wife but also as

how tired he was and

her rotten He believed Orlena's life with him should be no less comfortable than her life with the Horigan family. If

in just one night, Orlena came to consider this place as her home. She couldn't stay out all night without an explanation though. In the end, it was Kitty who

night, she called home before returning to the bedroom.

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

her waist, "Did you finish your

She hummed in response.

leaned in, close enough that

slightly raspy, "Can we go

into the bedside table and pulled out

next to the

she was pinned under

for him. She wasn't reluctant, but

him to exert himself further and wrapped her arms around his waist, fibbing, "I'm on my

against her. After a moment, he chuckled. There was no telltale

whispering, "Let's

Brett didn't insist.

her, he feigned a complaint, "Don't pull at my hair anymore. If

end, he was always concerned

into his waist and asking softly, "How long