Tangled Temptations

Orlena didn't want to listen to whatever Ms. Olea had to say. As she walked away, a young handsman 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 | remain single for Brett? Since you came

along, he has never touched me. Why shouldn't | have sfun?"

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. | knew he wasn't going to marrywhen 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 tellingthis?" 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 handsman, 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 handsman 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 becextraordinarily 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, "Taketo the airport."

Caught in a compromising position, Ms. Olea flushed with embarrassment and anger, "Do | 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.

Orlena cried the whole way, thinking Brett might have his reasons.

Ms. Olea, annoyed, buttoned up her clothes and rolled her eyes. Her mood was completely ruined by this

crybaby.

Late at night, there were naturally no flights. Orlena sat alone in the airport lounge, clutching a ticket for the

earliest flight to Brockville the next day.

She could have gone hfirst, but she couldn't bear. All she wanted to do was

to sit here and wait. She thought about calling Brett, but she feared he wouldn't pick up.

In the distance, a group of people was passing by.

Several people were surrounding a strikingly handsman, heading towards the gate. The man glanced over

and noticed a young girl sitting alone in the empty lounge. Her silhouette was filled with sorrow.

From behind, she looked a lot like Orlena. But why would Orlena be here? She must have been crying again

tonight...

Brett stood there, watching quietly for a while, until Donny reminded him, "Mr. Brett, your private jet is about to

take off."

Only then did Brett avert his gaze and walked briskly into the gate.

Upon returning to Brockville, he hastily held a meeting and worked all morning. At noon, he finally had tto go

home.

Around lunchtime, the house was bustling with servants preparing a meal. It turned out guests from

Peterborough were visiting, and Brett's mother was overjoyed, even bringing out her homegrown vegetables.

Guests from Peterborough...

Brett thought it might be Michelle, so he lit a cigarette and walked towards the kitchen to greet her, but as he

pushed aside the vines of the corridor, he froze in his tracks. His girl, Orlena, was sitting with his mother on a

stone bench, laughing and chatting as they picked beans.

The scene overlapped with the happy times of the past. It brought tears to Brett's eyes.

He was at a loss for words, staring straight at them, noticing that she was wearing

the sclothes he saw at the airport last night. It turned out that the person at the airport was really her.

Silly girl. She had waited at the airport all night.

Brett felt a profound sadness, but he remained composed, slowly smoking his cigarette, and said with a smile,

"Orlena's here, keeping Mom company?" Orlena looked up at him. Her eyes were soft and gentle. Brett also

looked at her quietly for a long time, and then sat down.

Tracey, Brett's mother, playfully chided him, "I ran into her on the street, so | brought her home. It's so cold out,

and a young girl was wandering around early in the morning without luggage. How could | not take her home

and take care of

her? You're just as cold-hearted as your father.”

After enduring his mother's scolding, Brett didn't get angry. He just looked at

Orlena, and after a while, he slowly said, "Stay in the old room. I'll take her there."

He took Orlena by the hand and led her away.

As they left, his mother watched them go, sighing softly.

In the eastern bedroom, no servant dared to enter without Brett's permission. Brett pushed open the bedroom

door and ushered her in.

Once the door was closed, he pinned her against it. His voice was stern and dark. "Why did you chere? After

dinner, you'll go back to Peterborough. I'll have Donny book your ticket."

"lI won't go." she said. Her back was against the door, and her eyes were welling

up with tears.

Brett took out his phone and dialed Donny, "Book a ticket for Orlena, this afternoon, as soon as possible..."

Before he could finish, his phone was knocked out of his hand. Brett's gaze hardened. "You have to leave."

She had never seen him like this before, and she was scared, but she mustered

up the courage to say, "I'm not leaving. Ms. Olea toldeverything. You never slept with her."

Brett stared at her intently. After a long while, he gave a soft laugh. "You believe the words of an actress?"

She was shaking uncontrollably, because she had never argued with anyone before. But she had to clear things

up today. He couldn't fool her.

Brett stubbed out his cigarette, and then roughly grabbed her shoulders. "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Orlena's lips trembled, and she was on the verge of tears.

et'

A strand of hair fell in front of Brett's forehead, revealing a side of him she had never seen before. It was of

despair and unfathomable depth. He looked into her eyes and said softly,

"The truth is something a little girl like you can't handle. If you really

want to hear it, then I'll tell you. Before you, there wasn't just Ms. Olea. There was also Ms. Morgan, Ms.

Simmons... all of them were discreet and understanding. A naive girl like you, who doesn't want my

status or money, but just likesfor who | am, is quite refreshing to me." "By the way, you haven't forgotten

our first night, have you? In the hospital... Think about it, at that tEloise was in such a big trouble, and Linda’

fate was uncertain. | was under so much pressure. You came

toin the middle of the night. How could | resist? After six months... | got tired of playing with

you. Is that okay? You're saying | didn't hook up with Ms. Olea. That's right. | didn't, because | got tired of her

too..."

Brett started unbuttoning her shirt. His voice was filled with despair.

"Did you call this way because you wantedto sleep with you? Are you that desperate for a man? I'll

satisfy you once. Then you must pick up your clothes, put them on, and get out of here immediately. | don't want

to play with a

naive little girl anymore. Do you understand?"

He ripped open her buttons, playing with her body in a humiliating way. She

slapped him across his gentlemanly face. Orlena began to cry. "Brett, admit it, you

like me."

Brett laughed coldly, holding her to the bed, and began to kiss her. "Of course a man will say he likes a woman

when he wants to sleep with

her. If Ddidn't say | liked you, how would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms, and how

would you have calledBrett so passionately? You're so naive. It's just sex between adults. Only someone like

you would take it

seriously."

As his finger entered her, she cried. There were also tears in the corners of Brett's

eyes, but he continued to say cruel words, "I've seen many girls like you. | was

just looking for something new. Do you really think, after sleeping together a few times, that | have to take

responsibility for you?" Orlena began to cry... "Stop talking... | don't want to hear it."

She pushed him away, not allowing him to continue, but Brett reached into the

bedside table and took out a box of condoms, clearly intending to go all the way.

She couldn't take it anymore, and slapped him across the face. After hitting him, she buried her head in the

covers, crying heartbrokenly.

Brett felt a mixed feeling. He lay down listlessly next to her, covering his eyes with

his hand...