Tangled Temptations

Chapter 406

Brett caught sight of Stephanie as he entered the room. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a slight annoyance. He thought he had made things crystal clear to her. Stephanie was no fool, yet here she was, dropping by uninvited on New Year's Eve, presumably to ruffle Orlena's feathers.

As a man of Brett's standing, it was unthinkable to simply send her away. He shrugged off his coat, revealing a crisp gray shirt paired with dark wool slacks— the epitome of refined elegance.

A servant handed him a warm towel, which he used to wipe his hands. With a smile, he turned to Donny. "Hey, since Stephanie's here to ring in the New Year, why don't you stick around too? Call your wife over, and we'll all have a casual dinner."

Donny was always good at playing along. Taking the towel from his boss, he chuckled, "Oh, I wouldn't dream of imposing on you this festive season, Brett. I'll scoot back to where I came from. My wife and kids are waiting to celebrate the New Year with me."

Brett returned the smile with a nonchalant one of his own. He leaned in, raising his voice in a natural tone. "Orlena, Donny's heading home for the festivities. Aren't you going to see him off? After all, you always greet him with such warmth."

From inside, Orlena gritted her teeth. He was doing this on purpose. Fully aware of her irritation with Stephanie, he was still asking her to play the hostess.

But the man had spoken, and she couldn't afford to lose face in front of him, nor did she want to appear weak.

Rushing out, she clutched a tube of ointment in her hand, her mouth smeared with a messy patch of it, hardly presentable in front of guests.

Stephanie watched silently, a peculiar feeling creeping inside her. She knew Brett well; he was a perfectionist. Orlena's disheveled state would be intolerable to him; it was unseemly.

Sure enough, Brett frowned. He pulled Orlena, her face crinkled like a dumpling, close to him. "What happened?"

Orlena leaned into him, close enough to see the small bite mark on his neck from the night before. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "Burnt my mouth on a meatball."

She quickly found an excuse, "Tracey made them too irresistible."

Brett, however, took the ointment and started applying it to her burn, gently chiding her, "Always finding excuses for your gluttony. Can't even apply ointment properly, like a child."

His reproach was soft, his touch and gaze filled with tenderness.

Orlena wasn't afraid of him. For a moment, she forgot about the others in the room, sliding her hand into the pocket of his trousers.

Brett looked down at her. "What are you rummaging for? That's not proper." Orlena just laughed.

Stephanie watched in silence, feeling as though she had fallen into an icy cave. Brett was indulging Orlena like this.

Besides her beauty, Orlena had nothing that would make her fit to be the lady of the Noland family. How could Orlena be worthy?

Just then, Donny pulled out a gift box from his briefcase. "Last time I gave one to Daniel, and this one's for you."

Donny was on a salary, and Orlena felt it wasn't right to take his money, but Brett patted her head, urging her, "Take it. He's setting a good example for me."

Donny grinned, "You know me too well."

Orlena accepted the gift. With no pockets on her dress, she simply stuffed it into Brett's trouser pocket, a move that earned her several looks from Brett. He called over the butler and casually gave instructions.

These New Year's preparations should have been Orlena's to arrange, but she was only good at having fun. Moreover, Brett didn't want to burden her, so he took care of everything himself.

While the butler spoke with him, Brett suddenly remembered something and turned to Orlena. "What are you waiting for? See Donny out. Oh, and Stephanie, too."

Stephanie's face turned sour. With just a few words, Brett had underscored the difference in status between her and Orlena.

Stephanie forced a smile. "No need for the trouble, Ms. Horigan."

Still clinging to Brett's arm, Orlena reached for the coat on the nearby sofa. It was Brett's. She wrapped herself in it tightly. "Donny, let me walk you out."

Donny smiled appreciatively. "With this weather and scenery, walking with a beauty like Ms. Orlena is a delight in itself." He tucked his briefcase under his

arm.

Orlena followed him out, leaving Stephanie with no reason to stay. She looked at Brett, overcome with sadness.

Brett had many confidantes, and she was among them. She didn't seek a formal status by his side, only hoping that one day he would settle down and naturally realize she was the one best suited for him.

never imagined he would fall for a young girl. He was even considering leaving the career he loved for

you're leaving the system to enter

sat still as a statue. With a resigned air, he pulled out a cigarette and

emotions. "I have my ways. Someone

was both shocking and infuriating to her. How could he... How could he love Orlena to such an extent that he would give up his career just to be

where you are now. You started a business for some clueless girl. Isn't it too late? Can you compete with the Horigan family in business? Without the halo of Mr. Brett, why would she still want to be with

soft but firm. "All of this is none of your business, Stephanie. Let me go, and give yourself a break. Orlena may be young, but that doesn't mean she's clueless. She's chosen me more resolutely than anyone else." So, he

to say more, but Orlena

glanced at the burn on her lip, and called out to Tracey, "Take care of things

Tracey nodded in agreement.

light with playful accusation.

himself missing her more than he expected. Pinning her against the hallway wall, he gently probed the healing bruise on her arm. "Does it still

"Not anymore."

escaped Brett, his voice dropping even quieter. "I meant here," he teased, referencing the little yelp of pain she had let out

wall, she playfully punched his chest, a

was always considerate, never overstepping, and soon, they

Stephanie had

trailed after Tracey, who was bustling about with her usual holiday fervor - quite the contrast to her typical leisurely pace. This year, she was exceptionally diligent. As Brett watched his mother's soft expression, his heart felt a tender pull. He lifted his son. "Let's go set

longed to

yearned for play, but her current

with the

gently, "You're young. Why waste away

lady like me? Go

dashed off,

a child. But it's good; it keeps things lively

was

carrying Daniel, headed to the shed to retrieve over a dozen

on the horizon, the only light apart from the sporadic

navy cashmere sweater. The dim light cast his profile in a gentle glow. His features

Harvey's; they were softer, but

into the sky at

Daniel's first New Year's with his dad, and his excitement was palpable as he jumped and clapped along with Orlena. She looked up at the swirling colors, and after a few seconds, she dropped her gaze to the man she loved

but she couldn't bear

took a deep breath amidst the smoky

light more fireworks. The night sky was ablaze, all

his arms

Eves. None were as lively and fulfilling as this one. Her heart swelled, eager to express her

didn't speak of love but togetherness, which was just as sweet to Orlena. Her arms

Noland household buzzed with a

Year's Day, Brett was back to work despite the many

Tracey usually entertained these guests, but this

away.

Tracey explained, "After the holidays, Brett might step down from his

were likely seeking favors, and there was no need

any longer.

didn't go unnoticed. Tracey, dressed in her new outfit and sipping on soup, chuckled, "I'm actually hoping he'll retire. He's always busy, hardly ever home. I think he's just looking for an excuse to be lazy,

just trying to flatter

shyness was enchanting. Tracey was delighted and teased her

flattery as Brett is. I've been watching him

when the butler arrived, announcing, "Ms. Tracey, Ms. Orlena, Mr. Velona, and his son have arrived and wish to see you." Mr. Velona? Who was this Mr. Velona, bringing his son along? Tracey rubbed her temples, half-joking. "The Noland family has

smile, added, "They

seems he's had some interactions with Ms. Eloise." Tracey was not privy to the gossip. Orlena, however, suddenly remembered. "Oh. I know who this is. His name is Jacob, and he once sent roses to Eloise... She threw them away, though.

son was so taken with

Tracey instructed the butler,