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.

and hugged him

was scared. She didn't want to become his mistress. Even if

replied, "Drink

her head,

meeting in hotels. It's too demeaning. I know what you're thinking about this place, but I've

right now. A private space where he would spend

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

She was shy, but also thrilled.

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

on him so much, she sweetly replied, "I

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

she was perfect. She had a slim waist but was curvaceous where

to cook her a late-night snack while she hovered around him. He found this

he was too busy or because of his status. It was because, before

when he did settle down, his wife would be a capable, versatile woman. But fate had other plans. The woman he fell

petulant and would ignore him when she was upset. Yet

wife but also as a child. Apart from occasionally teasing her, he was

she noticed how tired

older than 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

stay out all night without an

she called home before returning to the bedroom. Brett had

of sympathy. She didn't want to wake him and was planning on quietly slipping into bed next to him, but the

waist, "Did you finish

She hummed in response.

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

raspy, "Can we go at it

he reached into the bedside table and pulled out

it next to the

next moment, she was pinned under

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

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

rubbing against her. After a moment,

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

Brett didn't insist.

embrace her, he feigned a complaint, "Don't pull at my hair anymore. If I go bald, I won't be

the end, he was always concerned

smiled softly, snuggling into his waist and asking softly, "How long