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.

pregnant. She was

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

out.

estranged. The corners of Orlena's mouth trembled. She wanted to tell him

He seemed to be choosing his words carefully before he spoke, "Orlena, you've seen how dangerous it can

wanted to say she wasn't

gently, looking at her. He asked, "Then what can you do for me if you stay? Can you shed blood for me

murmured, "Do

"She's lost the use of her right hand. I did

isn't it? Go back to Peterborough right

lips trembled; she didn't

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

destined to live in

harshly, "You

She began 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 power

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

ambition. He had made it so clear. What was the point of tying him down with a little

pregnancy. She just looked up

head away. Her voice was broken and short, "Leave. Or I'll keep following

He seemed to want to pat her head, but he gave up. It was only when he

apologizing for this relationship that was not fully

lack of a happy ending. His little girl would surely find someone better. As for him, he deserved to live in the game of power,

slowly opened and closed

the plush carpet,

house on Sixth Avenue, living off the little food in the refrigerator. She couldn't cook, so she just

would come back. He would gently carry her to

up, her eyes would

never

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

was pregnant, much less that the baby was Brett's. She moved from place to place, with no credit

clothes gradually

to keep herself alive, and even learned to make simple fried rice. Gradually, she began to count every penny for a

ever, his clothes screamed wealth and success. Glancing down at her own $2.9 shirt, she couldn't

Brett developed a habit. He was constantly checking his phone, but there were no more messages from her. No

had dropped by the Horigan family's place a few times, but with Orlena away, it wasn't his place to

she had gone away

the middle of the night, garnished with fresh cilantro. He didn't like cilantro, but he would

Mr. Brett

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

laugh harder, appearing more at ease,