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

didn't want to become his mistress. Even if he wasn't married,

replied, "Drink

shook her head, stubbornly demanding

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

could offer right now. A private space where he would

be open

also thrilled. This was the home Brett

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

depended on him so much, she sweetly replied, "I like

into his lap, kissing her. After a while, she claimed to be hungry and wanted a late-night

was perfect. She had a slim waist but

was more 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 or listening to Ms. Olea

realized it wasn't because he was too busy or because of his status. It was because, before her, he had

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

his name. She was petulant and would ignore him

also as a child. Apart from occasionally teasing her,

snack, she noticed how tired he was and offered to do

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.

as her home. She couldn't stay out

into the night, she called home before returning to the bedroom. Brett had already

sympathy. She didn't want to wake him and was planning on quietly slipping into

softly stroked her waist, "Did you finish your

She hummed in response.

leaned in, close enough that their

slightly raspy, "Can we

the bedside table and pulled

next to the

moment, she was pinned under him as

of sympathy for him.

want him to exert himself further

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

hair, whispering, "Let's just

Brett didn't insist.

"Don't pull at my hair anymore. If I go bald,

was always

snuggling into his waist