Tangled Temptations

Chapter 330

Brett still made his way over.

The city neon lights bathed them in a spectrum of colors, making everything seem a bit unreal. Everything seemed to be in a dream.

It's like he had never left, never uttered those hurtful words. It's like he was still her beloved Brett, who would hold her in the dead of night and call her nicknames in the morning, telling her he had to leave earlie

Her lips trembled while she watched him approach. If only this dream could last forever, but her pride wouldn't allow it.

"Orlena." He gently touched her face, full of reluctance.

She avoided it, and gave him a slap on the cheek. The slap wasn't hard, but the sound was deafening, drawing a clear line between them.

Startled by her own action, Orlena was in a daze.

"Mr. Brett, you're so considerate. You even want to make sure your exes are taken care of. But whether I am single or not, it really has nothing to do with you." She forced these words out and then walked to the door.

But no matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn't open. Frozen in place, she asked with a nasal tone, "What's this about? Aren't you afraid of others seeing and ruining your reputation, Mr. Brett?"

Brett slowly approached her. His hand grasped hers. He was so close, close enough to kiss her soft earlobe if he lowered his head. Countless times during their intimate moments, he loved to tickle her there, making her moan uncontrollably.

But now, he just held her hand, murmuring, "Listen to me. Get married, and live a quiet and peaceful life."

Orlena was stunned.

Peaceful... After this emotional rollercoaster, she didn't know what peace meant anymore.

She was never a mean person. Even when she was fooled, she couldn't say harsh words. She just wanted to escape him, to not see him.

In the end, Brett let her leave.

The footsteps of her faded away. He stood alone, looking at the scenery she once admired.

Donny appeared quietly, whispering, "She's gone home."

Brett grunted in response, lit a cigarette, and then said quietly, "Meetings like today's will likely become rare. Kids throw tantrums, but they eventually understand. Donny, do you think she'll find a good man in a couple of years, have a husband and kids? If she has a daughter, she'll definitely take after her."

Donny's eyes welled up. "Please, don't say that." Perhaps, there was still a chance.

Brett stood there quietly. His handsome face was expressionless. He had too many concerns. If he had been ten years younger, he would have married Orlena as soon as he met her, protecting her from any worries.

After a long pause, he murmured, "Prepare the private jet. We're going back to Brockville."

...

Orlena left the party.

Instead of going home, she went to a shop. She traded the million-dollar haute couture dress she was wearing for a few hundred dollars worth of casual clothes. Then she roamed aimlessly through the streets.

Late night.

A black car slowly passed her by. Coincidentally, the car belonged to Ms. Olea, who was not alone. She had a new boyfriend, and they were preparing to spend the night together.

From afar, she spotted Orlena, and told her driver to stop. The car stopped, and she, swaying her slender waist, got out of the car. She said quite amiably, "Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night? Let me to take you home! Otherwise, if Brett finds out, he will blame me for not taking care of you."

Orlena didn't want to listen to whatever Ms. Olea had to say. As she walked away, a young handsome man got out of the car, wrapping his arm around Ms. Olea's waist, asking, "Who's that?"

Orlena turned to look.

flirtatiously. "Why are you so surprised? It's normal for people to have relationships, right? Should I

a

Brett... was not with her? Why did he lie to

is ancient history. I knew he wasn't going to marry me when he refused to touch me. If a man won't even

of them, there was no expectation

are you telling me this?" Orlena asked, still in

at your sorry state. It's obvious Brett has been giving you a hard time. I'm doing this

finished, she hugged her handsome man, giving him a passionate kiss. The two of them got on the car,

Ms. Olea and the handsome man were kissing intensely in the back seat and a sudden brake scared

squeezed herself between Ms. Olea and the handsome man. The atmosphere

dress had been pulled aside, revealing a large

man was also

voice, "Take me to the

compromising position, Ms. Olea flushed with embarrassment and

Orlena wouldn't leave.

laughed, comforting Ms. Olea,

to keep Orlena occupied with Brett, he hoped he could win over the famous opera singer, Ms. Olea. With his

whole way, thinking Brett might have

buttoned up her clothes and rolled her eyes. Her mood was completely ruined by this

alone in the airport lounge, clutching a ticket for the earliest flight to Brockville the

but she couldn't bear. All she wanted to

sit here and wait. She thought about calling

a group of people

the gate. The man glanced over and noticed a young girl sitting alone in the

behind, she looked a lot like Orlena. But why would Orlena be here? She must have been crying

a while, until Donny reminded him, "Mr. Brett, your private jet is about to

then did Brett avert his gaze and

he hastily held a meeting and worked all morning. At noon, he finally had time to go

the house was bustling with servants preparing a meal. It turned out guests from Peterborough were visiting, and

Guests from Peterborough...

he pushed aside the vines of the corridor, he froze in his tracks. His girl, Orlena, was

scene overlapped with the happy times of the past. It

loss for words, staring straight at them, noticing that she was

saw at the airport last night. It turned out that the person at the airport was really

She had waited at the

a profound sadness, but he remained composed, slowly smoking his cigarette, and said with a smile, "Orlena's here, keeping Mom company?" Orlena looked up at him. Her eyes were soft and

I brought her home. It's so cold out, and a

as cold-hearted

his mother's scolding, Brett didn't get angry.

slowly said, "Stay

Orlena by the hand and led

his mother watched them

...

the eastern bedroom, no servant dared to enter without Brett's permission. Brett pushed open the bedroom door and

her against it. His voice was stern and dark. "Why did you come here? After dinner, you'll go back to Peterborough. I'll have Donny

she said. Her back was against the door, and her

up with tears.

a ticket for Orlena,

he could finish, his phone was knocked out of his