Tangled Temptations

Chapter 403

Orlena couldn't help but feel a flutter of surprise. The Noland household was one of means, with staff aplenty to cater to her every whim. Yet, it was the savory bagels from the local breakfast joint that had haunted her cravings for so many years. Especially during her pregnancy with Daniel, her desire for those scones bordered on obsession. Back then, she'd often nibble on plain bread with a side of tears, cursing Brett for his cold-hearted absence.

Now, with a gleam in her eye and a touch of trepidation, Orlena slipped a hand from beneath the cozy duvet and whispered, "Did you go for a run to get these?"

Brett hummed in affirmation. Then, patting her head, he teased with a touch of fastidiousness, "At least brush your teeth and wash your face before you dig in."

Accustomed to a laid-back routine, Orlena didn't want to appear slovenly in his eyes and thought about getting up. But as soon as she swung a leg out of bed, she regretted it. Her soft and sultry voice pleaded, "Brett, could you bring me a shirt?"

He didn't move, his gaze somehow meaningful.

Flushing, she urged, "Hurry up."

Brett leaned in to kiss her, his voice husky, "Wear my shirt." He fetched a crisp white shirt from the closet. Orlena slipped into it, the fresh scent of laundry still lingering. She casually pulled her long hair out from the collar. Looking up, she caught Brett's gaze and felt her cheeks warm. She scurried into the bathroom.

When she emerged, Brett had set up breakfast at the cozy dining table in the living room. The servants had also brought a breakfast, likely his favorite.

Orlena bit into the bagel, the rich flavors instantly satisfying her palate. Perhaps it was the afterglow of the previous night's passion, but she felt utterly content and languid.

After eating half a bagel, she looked up at Brett, who was sipping coffee and browsing the morning paper.

Orlena, sipping on her soy milk with a hint of diva-like flair, teased, "At your age, shouldn't you be focusing on your health instead of drinking coffee like my brother?"

Brett lowered the newspaper, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he chuckled, "What is my supposed age?"

Sensing his playful mood, Orlena dared not provoke him further and quietly enjoyed her soy milk.

Brett was almost finished with his meal. He spoke softly, "If you want to sleep in, go ahead. Daniel's with Mum; they're probably at the supermarket by now. She's got a grandson to brag about, after all."

Orlena fretted, "That doesn't seem right."

"What's not right about it?" Brett smiled indulgently. "I like to spoil you."

The memory of the prior evening's intimacy made him kiss her again before he whispered, "I'll come back and have lunch with you."

She, of course, wanted his company, but also remembered how busy he was. Embracing him, she said softly, "Tracey's here, too. Have lunch at the office, and we can have dinner together in the evening."

"That works," Brett said, embracing her slender waist.

As much as they yearned for each other, he had to leave for the office. Outside, Donny awaited by the car, and playfully complimented, "You're positively glowing today, sir."

Brett slid into the car, adjusting his tie, and asked casually, "Am I?"

Donny, all smiles, affirmed, "Absolutely. You're in such a good mood."

Brett gave him a pointed look but couldn't deny his happiness, both physically and emotionally.

At the office, his staff, aware of his girlfriend and son's arrival, were eager to celebrate with a treat, jokingly pressuring him for a meal or sweets.

Donny mock-scolded, "You are getting too bold, aren't you? Making jokes about Mr. Brett?"

But Brett waved it off, telling his staff to work hard and promising them that Donny would allocate funds for them to enjoy later. As for the sweets, he assured them there would be plenty to go around.

The employees showered him with flattery before he and Donny retreated to the office.

gathered, buzzing with excitement. Rumors

really be with a

haven't heard? She's from the high society of Peterborough. To her, showbiz is just a game... And after all, Mr. Brett wouldn't settle

of Stephanie, Brett's former flame, known for her lingering feelings for

herself appeared, with a grace that betrayed none

mercy for old times' sake, allowing her a

in a silk blouse and coat, with sheepskin boots and a classic Dior pearl necklace, though Brett seemed

Ms. Horigan

a flicker of response at Orlena's mention. He gestured for Donny to exit and, once alone, lit a cigarette with a profound look. "Stephanie, sparing you wasn't just for old times' sake. It was because Orlena was unharmed. I thought losing a hand might have made

voice echoed with a hint of sorrow, "Brett, how could you

in his eyes, only Orlena mattered. She had lost her hand, for

and pulled up Stephanie's file. He stared at her and said earnestly, "Stephanie, you're not a fit for this place

papers,

to clear out, right? Brett, you're kicking me out of Brockville,

"It's for

mind was made up, and she

door, asking out of habit how

but then

left a bitter taste. Without saying a word, Donny could guess most of what happened and offered a faint smile.

the most? Having too many women before I met Orlena. If I'd known one day I'd want to be with a young girl this much,

Those flings were just to pass the time. He never took them to heart, but he knew Orlena would care. There wasn't a woman who

some words

the building, and was soon on her way to Dawson. Her colleagues were surprised but guessed it was Mr. Brett's doing. They dared

...

Before leaving work, he called

for the upcoming holidays, and she was particularly fond of a gifted box of fresh asparagus, so she sent a box to Peterborough. Her back was aching when Brett's call came in. She feigned complaint, "Housework is

must have been working with Tracey. He teased her, "More than last night? But then again, you didn't

at

Brett said tenderly, "I was

dinner, maybe catch a movie. But if you're tired, let's do it another

tired at all," Orlena protested hurriedly, insisting,

lowly, "Not

Orlena was

voice turning

to admit defeat, Orlena huffed before hanging up, "You're messing

"I plan to mess with you tonight, too. Will

shameless question left her speechless. Orlena hung up the phone, her heart still racing, and yet there was this surreal feeling. Yes, she was living with Brett now, with endless conversations by day and sharing a bed by

cheek

some poise. You can't be swayed by

spend his money on

a woman always plans carefully. Orlena

with a beige coat draped over. She's statuesque and

to see her. She beamed, "Enjoy your date. Young people should date. And if you don't come back tonight, it'll be fine. I hear Brockville has some new hotels with all

wondered when Tracey had become

driver arrived, and to her surprise, it was Donny who came

pick her up.

Tracey, and Tracey handed him a

wife roast some with bacon.

teased him not to overwork his