Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 330

Brett still made his way over.

The city neon lights bathed them in a spectrum of colors, making everything seem a bit unreal. Everything seemed to be in a dream.

It’s like he had never left, never uttered those hurtful words. It’s like he was still her beloved Brett, who would hold her in the dead of night and call her nicknames in the morning, telling her he had to leave earlie

Her lips trembled while she watched him approach. If only this dream could last forever, but her pride wouldn’t allow it.

“Orlena.” He gently touched her face, full of reluctance.

She avoided it, and gave him a slap on the cheek. The slap wasn’t hard, but the sound was deafening, drawing a clear line between them.

Startled by her own action, Orlena was in a daze.

“Mr. Brett, you’re so considerate. You even want to make sure your exes are taken care of. But whether I am single or not, it really has nothing to do with you.” She forced these words out and then walked to the door.

But no matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn’t open. Frozen in place, she asked with a nasal tone, “What’s this about? Aren’t you afraid of others seeing and ruining your reputation, Mr. Brett?”

Brett slowly approached her. His hand grasped hers. He was so close, close enough to kiss her soft earlobe if he lowered his head. Countless times during their intimate moments, he loved to tickle her there, making her moan uncontrollably.

But now, he just held her hand, murmuring, “Listen to me. Get married, and live a quiet and peaceful life.”

Orlena was stunned.

Peaceful… After this emotional rollercoaster, she didn’t know what peace meant anymore.

She was never a mean person. Even when she was fooled, she couldn’t say harsh words. She just wanted to escape him, to not see him.

In the end, Brett let her leave.

The footsteps of her faded away. He stood alone, looking at the scenery she once admired.

Donny appeared quietly, whispering, “She’s gone home.”

Brett grunted in response, lit a cigarette, and then said quietly, “Meetings like today’s will likely become rare. Kids throw tantrums, but they eventually understand. Donny, do you think she’ll find a good man in a couple of years, have a husband and kids? If she has a daughter, she’ll definitely take after her.”

Donny’s eyes welled up. “Please, don’t say that.” Perhaps, there was still a chance.

Brett stood there quietly. His handsome face was expressionless. He had too many concerns. If he had been ten years younger, he would have married Orlena as soon as he met her, protecting her from any worries.

After a long pause, he murmured, “Prepare the private jet. We’re going back to Brockville.”

…

Orlena left the party.

Instead of going home, she went to a shop. She traded the million-dollar haute couture dress she was wearing for a few hundred dollars worth of casual clothes. Then she roamed aimlessly through the streets.

Late night.

A black car slowly passed her by. Coincidentally, the car belonged to Ms. Olea, who was not alone. She had a new boyfriend, and they were preparing to spend the night together.

From afar, she spotted Orlena, and told her driver to stop. The car stopped, and she, swaying her slender waist, got out of the car. She said quite amiably, "Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night? Let me to take you home! Otherwise, if Brett finds out, he will blame me for not taking care of you."

Orlena didn’t want to listen to whatever Ms. Olea had to say. As she walked away, a young handsome man got out of the car, wrapping his arm around Ms. Olea’s waist, asking, “Who’s that?”

Orlena turned to look.

Ms. Olea leaned into the man, not hiding anything. Instead, she laughed more flirtatiously. “Why are you so surprised? It’s normal for people to have relationships, right? Should I remain single for Brett? Since you came along, he has never touched me. Why shouldn’t I have some fun?”

Orlena felt a little shocked.

What did she say? Brett... was not with her? Why did he lie to her?

Ms. Olea saw her confusion and decided to spill the beans. She walked over, straightened out Orlena’s clothes, and casually said, “My fling with Brett is ancient history. I knew he wasn’t going to marry me when he refused to touch me. If a man won’t even touch you, it’s clear he’s not interested.”

Between the two of them, there was no expectation of chastity. No sex meant no love.

“Then why are you telling me this?” Orlena asked, still in shock.

“To help you, you poor thing.” Ms. Olea laughed. “Look at your sorry state. It’s obvious Brett has been giving you a hard time. I’m doing this out of kindness. If you want to know more, ask Brett himself. Only he knows what he truly wants.”

After she finished, she hugged her handsome man, giving him a passionate kiss. The two of them got on the car, all over each other.

As soon as the car started, Orlena stopped it. Ms. Olea and the handsome man were kissing intensely in the back seat and a sudden brake scared them silly. The driver said hesitantly, "Ms. Horigan has stopped the car!"

As he spoke, Orlena had already opened the car door and squeezed herself between Ms. Olea and the handsome man. The atmosphere became extraordinarily awkward.

Ms. Olea's dress had been pulled aside, revealing a large area of her smooth skin. The man was also quite embarrassed.

Orlena said in a tight voice, "Take me to the airport."

Caught in a compromising position, Ms. Olea flushed with embarrassment and anger, "Do I owe you anything!"

Orlena wouldn’t leave.

The man laughed, comforting Ms. Olea, “Let’s just take her.”

Seeing an opportunity to keep Orlena occupied with Brett, he hoped he could win over the famous opera singer, Ms. Olea. With his own plan, he directed the car towards the airport.