Tangled Temptations

Chapter 332

Brett paused in his steps. After a moment, he ordered Donny, "Find her a hotel room."

Donny took it upon himself to untie Orlena. She's mostly unharmed, and Donny felt relaxed. "It's a relief you're safe."

Orlena, however, was staring in the direction Brett had left, lost in thought. Her heart sank gradually.

In the middle of the night.

Brett stood by the window. Donny thoughtfully draped a jacket over him, whispering, "Ms. Stephanie's right hand is ruined. She'll need to train her left hand from now on. How do you plan to handle her?"

Brett lit a cigarette. After a moment, he murmured, "Keep her. She's still useful."

He wanted her to be his "lover." If anyone wanted to harm those close to him, the first person they'd target would be Stephanie. To put it bluntly, she was his shield. And she had no choice but to accept it.

Donny remained silent.

Brett turned around, giving a bitter smile. "Scared? This is who I am. What do people say about me? A ruthless hell-raiser."

But even such a man had a weak spot. He was now about to meet his weak spot.

The best hotel in Brockville.

Outside the suite, several bodyguards were diligently stationed, not moving an inch. Inside the suite, Orlena was eating from a box of food. Her tears were falling freely.

Before she met Brett, she rarely cried. Even when she was dating Max and threatened to take sleeping pills, it was just a few pills to scare him. She thought her infatuation with Max was love, but once she experienced real love, she realized how superficial those feelings were.

She couldn't eat. If she did, she felt nauseous. Eventually, she couldn't stand even the smell of meat. She was retching violently in the bathroom. This was unusual because she had a good appetite.

Orlena touched her belly. Her heart skipped a beat. She remembered, over a month ago, during their last time together, he didn't use protection.

Could she be pregnant?

Orlena lifted her face. Her reflection in the mirror was as pale as a ghost. She rushed out immediately; she needed to buy a pregnancy test. She wanted to know if she was carrying Brett's child. If she was pregnant, she wanted to ask him something.

Did he want the baby?

The bodyguard at the door stopped her, politely saying, "Miss Orlena, Donny instructed that you cannot go anywhere."

Orlena's lips trembled. "I'm not feeling well. I need to go downstairs to buy medicine."

The man hesitated. In the end, they let her go downstairs but sent two men to accompany her.

Across the hotel was a 24-hour pharmacy. She hurried in, bought what she needed and hid it in her pocket. Then she rushed back to her room. A minute later, two red lines appeared on the pregnancy test.

Orlena stared at it. After a while, she covered her mouth.

She

the door, followed by the sound of soft footfalls. She recognized it as

out.

hours had passed, but they already felt estranged. The corners of

He sat on the sofa. His slender fingers lightly stroked the armrest. He seemed to be choosing his words

to say

Can you shed blood for me like Stephanie? Orlena, I need people like her, not a crybaby

murmured, "Do you like

his pants, calmly saying, "She's lost

"That's scary, isn't it? Go

lips trembled; she didn't understand his

speaking bluntly yet cruelly, "I respect women like her. Orlena, you are very adorable, but you're only good for passing the time during peaceful

not destined to live in

suddenly said harshly, "You don't understand

to understand. He did like her a bit, but his fondness for her wasn't enough for him to give up everything he had. He liked

for him? Orlena didn't ask this question. She slowly dropped

had made it so clear.

tell him about the pregnancy. She just looked up at him and quietly said, "I wish

voice was broken

head, but he gave up. It was only when he reached the door that he whispered,

that was not fully prepared. He

better. As for him, he deserved to

slowly

plush carpet, covering her face, sobbing

moved into the house on Sixth Avenue, living off the little food in the refrigerator.

her dreams, Brett would come back. He would gently carry her to bed, patting her bottom for

up, her eyes

he never

months had passed, and her belly

family know she was pregnant, much less that the baby was Brett's. She moved from place to place,

clothes gradually

moved into a 20-square-meter rental, learned to do odd jobs, earned a meager wage to keep herself alive, and even

success. Glancing down at her own $2.9 shirt, she couldn't help but feel they were worlds apart

a habit. He was constantly checking his phone, but

times, but with Orlena

she had gone away to clear her

cilantro. He didn't like cilantro, but

Brett everyone admired,

with people like Mr. Moreno and Ms. Olea. These friends remembered Orlena, and would often ask about her during social gatherings. He would always laugh it off, saying, "Kids these days, they lose interest so quickly. She's probably off chasing

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