Tangled Temptations

Chapter 327

It was almost noon when Orlena finally woke up.

Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself in the home Brett had given her. She blinked, snuggled the stuffed bunny that sat next to her pillow, and rolled around a few times, her heart swelling with fondness for Brett.

Getting up from the bed, she saw the breakfast he had prepared for her. The fruits were freshly washed, so meticulously prepared.

He spoiled her like a child, treating her like a princess. Any woman would find his attention utterly sweet.

Orlena wanted to cook him dinner, but her skills were lacking. After messing around in the kitchen for a bit, even the rice ended up burnt and had to be thrown away. In the end, she ordered takeout.

Around four in the afternoon, Brett came back from a meeting.

He looked at the dining table, took off his coat and casually threw it on the couch, then teased her, "For your beloved Brett, you've painstakingly ordered a table full of takeout?"

His girl reached out her hand, a small cut from chopping vegetables visible. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Brett's heart instantly softened, and he affectionately chided her, "Silly girl!"

He tended to her wound, and they had dinner together.

After dinner, he sat on the couch, smoking quietly. There was an air of self- satisfaction about him, and coupled with his well-mannered good looks, he looked like a scene straight out of a painting.

He was thinking about something happened today.

During the meeting that day, he had turned down a promotion. It was about the development of a new type of metal that could be used in aerospace technology, and potentially even in stealth jets. If successful, it could accelerate domestic technological advancement by 30 years.

With ample funding and significant decision-making power, it was an opportunity many coveted.

Four years of research and development, and upon success, his future would be brighter than ever.

But Brett had declined, recommending a younger colleague instead. He didn't regret it. Even though he had spent half his life working towards such opportunities, things were different now. He had Orlena, and he wanted to give her a home.

Orlena nestled into him.

Brett extinguished his cigarette, looking at her sternly, "Will you cook again next time?"

She arched her back, snuggled into his chest, and quietly promised to learn to cook for Brett.

Brett smiled lightly. Despite his melancholy, he preferred to listen to her talk about everyday things.

Orlena had been with him for a while now, and was finally feeling ashamed for not contributing to the household. Her small face was pressed against his firm stomach as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, whispering, "A magazine asked me to be the cover model a few days ago!"

She made a number sign with her fingers, "There's a payment involved!"

to pinch her cheek, praising her, "You

bloomed with joy, thrilled

in the public eye too much.

discouraged, "Maybe, I shouldn't go after all!" She didn't need the money. She just wanted to hear Brett say nice things about

smiled, "So, you'll take

little head, "Hmm! I will always take care of

...

lived a life akin to that of a married

He cooked for her, she massaged his back and legs for him, and at night, she

he would receive some

left some social obligations to Donny to handle, rarely went to social events, and never took her with

he simply said it wasn't a place for a young girl like her. But he was very lax

some free time. Those six months were truly the

the New Year approached,

a few days, Orlena was lying on the

It seemed like Pauline was crying. "What happened?" Brett had heard it too and couldn't

whispered, "I'll go downstairs and

hung up the phone and hurried downstairs. Halfway down the stairs she saw her brother Harvey standing in the middle of the hall, their mother was hugging Harvey's shoulders and crying, and their father was comforting them at

stunned for

moment, Pauline looked up and saw her, her voice choked with sobs,

pounded as

a

hair, and her skin was visibly rosy.

stared at the photo, whispering, "She

also burst into excited

tears of joy, Parker was a man who valued face and said, "It's good she looks like her mother, if she looked like her father, it would be over. Who would dare to

gave her husband a reproachful

plenty of grandchildren for us to help take care of

was slowly getting better, but their home

the photo to Brett, and after a while, she received a call from him. In the middle of the night, he didn't say anything, just softly murmured her

She responded.

recovery gave them hope for

fell asleep

called her, saying he would be at the apartment in an hour. His voice was slightly hoarse; it

night and

joy and concern. She softly said, "I'll drive over myself. You don't have

her brother was home, and

gently reminding her

other downstairs, and Donny greeted them with a smile,