Tangled Temptations

Chapter 329

After she left, Brett spent the night in the apartment, lying in bed, surrounded by remnants of her existence. Bits and pieces, most of which he had bought for her.

Orlena wasn't the domestic type, and the bedroom was always in a state of disarray. Brett was the one who usually tidied up, even washing her delicate underwear if she happened to stain them during her cycle.

Her scent lingered on the pillow.

Sleep eluded Brett, so he sat on the couch, smoking.

He had his mobile in hand, thinking that if she called him, he would answer immediately. Even if they didn't exchange words, just hearing her voice would be comforting. But as the night passed, the ashtray filled with stubbed out cigarettes, but her call never came.

He knew then, it was over.

Why should a girl from a respectable family get tangled up with him?

At dawn, Donny, concerned, pushed open the door. He was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke. He couldn't help but chide, "Mr. Brett, you should look after your health. This smoking won't do you any good."

Brett looked at him, snuffed out the cigarette, and collapsed onto the couch. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I need you to run an errand for me."

He knew Orlena lacked nothing. Yet, after all they had been through, he felt he owed her something. Money, in the end, held no meaning for him.

After Brett had given his instructions, Donny was left in surprise. Mr. Brett's love affair had indeed been earth-shattering. The things he was giving away were not just any ordinary parting gifts. It was as if he was emptying his pockets of his personal fortune.

Donny had no objections, and he immediately set off to make the arrangements. The next day, he met with Orlena at a quaint café.

Donny arrived first, dressed in a deep coffee-colored wool suit, quietly toying with a lighter, a stack of transfer documents beside him.

After about fifteen minutes, Orlena arrived and took a seat opposite him. "Does he have a message for me?"

Upon hearing her voice, Donny looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. In just over a month, she had lost a considerable amount of weight and looked visibly haggard.

He quickly rose to pull out a chair for her, conversing in a calm and gentle tone. But Orlena had noticed the stack of documents, and she asked directly, "Is this his compensation for me?"

Donny felt uncomfortable, and after a moment, he simply nodded.

lightly stroked the papers with her slender fingers. Softly, she said, "Since our relationship was just a game,

this, she seemed drained of energy. Even she

Brett...

so long. He gave her so much and made her believe that they would be together forever. She thought she could always stay by his side, and he would always

it wasn't to be! It was just another one of

Donny's persuasion, she

window of his hotel room, his back to Donny. He

his eyes to

girl. How could

he was idle, he dreamt of her all night, and he unconsciously looked back in crowds. Even when socializing with Mr. Moreno and others, he would always glance at the grand copper door, as if expecting his girl to

filled with tears, calling

passed, he realized how hard

again. It was at a banquet in

wearing a pastel pink strapless gown, a diamond necklace around her neck,

Olea, and his body

well that her relationship with Brett was casual. There were several women like her in Brett's life. Ever since he had encountered the youngest Miss Horigan backstage, he had stopped

way of cutting ties completely, and he would probably not come to listen to her

the party animal he used to be. She suspected he had found someone else and

exactly who that person was. However, she didn't dare speak about it publicly because she couldn't afford to cross someone like Brett. Not until Brett reappeared at the Pearl Opera, did

they once were, but she was wrong. Brett only came to watch the performance, or to socialize with her. The intimacy they once shared was gone.

never be his wife, but she was willing to remain friends with Brett. On one hand, he had never wronged her,

know what had transpired between them, so she laughed lightly and whispered, "Mr. Brett, why does Orlena look like she's about to cry when she

focusing solely

arm, and forcefully turned her head away. She moved closer to her

his tone gentle as he

brother's waist. They were very close siblings, their bond evident, and it made Brett's

purpose, charmingly greeting him, "Mr. Horigan, you and your sister really seem to get along.

be swayed

Olea was a beautiful woman, but there was a sense

he didn't quite take

even more enthusiastic She gazed at Orlena's fair and youthful face, suggesting,