Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 248

Brett stared at Orlena. She had changed, a lot. She used to be as radiant as a blooming rose, but now she was noticeably thinner. Her dresses were no longer the soft, delicate colors of before, but instead had taken on a more mature hue. She had transformed from a girl into a woman.

In that instant, Brett knew that he still desired her.

He focused intently on her face, whispering, "It's been a while, hasn't it, Orlena?"

Orlena lost control of her emotions more than he did. Her voice choked up, using all her strength to say, "Mr. Brett, it's been a long time."

Their dialogue continued back and forth.

Caught in the middle, Eloise found it difficult to handle. She picked up Linda, asking the driver and trustworthy nanny to take her to kindergarten. Linda was especially well-behaved, giving her a kiss, "Goodbye Mommy!"

Eloise also gave her a kiss, "Mommy will pick you up in the evening!"

Linda hopped down from her lap, holding the nanny's hand and obediently went off to school.

Eloise turned back around, coughing lightly, "I'll make some chamomile tea!"

Orlena seemed to rely on her, holding her back, "Eloise!"

Eloise smiled, "You two need to talk."

...

Brett looked at Orlena, murmuring, "Let's go in."

Orlena lowered her head and walked in, but as soon as she entered, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, creating a small, confined space. And her back was pinned against the wall. Brett's arm was propped up above her head, his body trapping her. His faint scent of tobacco lingered, making her feel a bit dizzy.

For a long time, nobody spoke.

Finally, Orlena stuttered, "Let me go!"

Brett gazed at her, his voice low, "I waited for you all night!"

She stared at him sharply. Her eyes were full of tears, ready to fall at the slightest blink. So she didn't dare to blink. She didn't want to cry in front of him anymore. She'd struggled so much after they'd parted ways. Now, crying in front of him, what was that for?

Brett wasn't doing well either. He glanced towards the door, then back at her face, whispering, "Why haven't you been home in two years?"

Orlena offered a faint smile, "What does it matter to you? If I'm not home, it means I'm out having fun. What right do you have to question me?"

Fun.

Brett's gaze was inscrutable. He reached out and touched her face, but as soon as he did, her whole body started to tremble. Her teeth were even chattering.

"Do you dislike my touch this much? Have you found a boyfriend?" Brett asked.

Orlena's face turned pale. She stared at him, forcing a word out through gritted teeth, "Yes!"

In that moment, Brett's eyes darkened. The force with which he held her lessened.

Orlena struggled to compose herself, asking, "Can you let me go now? With your charm, there's no shortage of women around you!"

"Mr. Brett? Orlena, you used to call me Brett!" Brett said.

"That was when I was young and naive!" Orlena said.

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Orlena's hand was on his chest, pushing him away bit by bit, "Eloise is coming. Let me go. Let's save some dignity for each other!"

Brett let her go.

She held the door handle, gritting her teeth to open it. Behind her, his voice rasped, "Orlena, do you really want us to part ways? We can go back to how things were. You call me Brett, and I'll take care of you!"

He always felt that he owed her. He thought, if she found a good man, he would bless her. Whatever she wanted, he would give her!

Orlena looked up at him, suppressing her emotions for a long time before finally whispering, "No need! I don't need it!"

She would never forget what happened back then. She'd secretly gone to Brockville to surprise him, only to be kidnapped. She was kept in a dark room for 36 hours, with no water to drink, and even unable to use the bathroom. She was tied to a chair. The kidnappers wanted the chip from him.

She was terrified, and she believed that he would come to save her at all costs!

But on the phone, Brett was calm and composed, "I'm sorry, I don't know her."

She was rescued later. She thought he had come, that she was still his girl. But when she came out of the rundown house, she wasn't greeted by his embrace, but a beautiful picture of him standing side by side with another woman.

Turns out, she wasn't the only one who'd been kidnapped.

He said he didn't know her, leaving her to fend for herself, but used the chip to save another woman. She saw him take that woman into his arms, his gaze tender.

Later, she learned that woman was one of his old flames.

In Brockville, the women who admired Mr. Brett were like a dime a dozen. Which of them wasn't more enchanting than her? Which of them wasn't more gentle and considerate?

She stood before him, looking pitiful. She could no longer call him Brett.

He had someone settle her in, and it wasn't until late at night that he entered her room. His first words when he saw her were, "Orlena, let's end this!"