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 was carrying

the door, followed by the sound of soft footfalls. She recognized it as Brett's footsteps. She gently touched her belly and

out.

but they already felt estranged. The corners of Orlena's mouth trembled. She wanted to

the armrest. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully before

say she wasn't

me if you stay? Can you shed blood for me like Stephanie? Orlena, I need people

"Do you

calmly saying, "She's lost the use of her right

it? Go back to Peterborough right

lips trembled; she didn't

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

am not destined to live in such

said harshly, "You don't

like her a bit, but his fondness for her wasn't enough for him

right woman for him? Orlena didn't

had made it so clear. What was the point of tying him down with

him about the pregnancy. She just

Her voice was broken and short,

head, but he gave up. It was only when

relationship that

happy ending. His little girl would surely find someone better. As for him, he deserved to live in

left. The door slowly opened

plush carpet, covering her

Avenue, living off the little food in the refrigerator. She couldn't

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

her eyes would

he never came

daze, two months had passed, and her belly had grown. She was even more

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

gradually

odd jobs, earned a meager wage to keep herself alive, and even learned to make simple fried rice.

charismatic and extravagant as ever, his clothes screamed wealth and success. Glancing down at her own $2.9 shirt, she couldn't help but feel they were worlds apart now. She and

Orlena left, Brett developed a habit. He was constantly checking his phone, but there were no more messages

few times, but with Orlena

had mentioned that she had gone away to clear

of the night, garnished with fresh cilantro. He didn't like cilantro,

respected Mr. Brett everyone admired, but his

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 the Northern Lights with her friends. She

would laugh and agree. Brett would then laugh harder, appearing more at ease, but only he knew the true