Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 357

Orlena could feel her little boy's excitement bubbling over.

Although Brett often found himself in Peterborough, the chances for father-son bonding were few and far between. Sometimes, they'd barely manage a quick hello, let alone sit down for a meal together. Guilt gnawed at her heart as she gently tousled her son's hair. Quietly she whispered, " Daniel, after the New Year's holiday, you're starting school."

Daniel, thrilled, gulped down an extra glass of milk. He declared in his sweet voice, "I'm gonna go to school with Luca and Linda."

Orlena hummed in response.

Outside, the driver was waiting in the car. He was one of Brett's trusted men. He was chuckling as he opened the car door for Orlena and Daniel. "Mr. Brett took the private jet back to Brockville first thing this morning and instructed me to ensure you and your son make it home safely."

Back to Brockville...

Orlena paused momentarily. The driver added, "Mr. Brett didn’t have any business in Peterborough, he flew in just yesterday afternoon to see you, then rushed back."

Such words would stir any woman. Especially when the man in question was the one she'd loved for years, the one who prepared a home here for them.

Orlena hugged Daniel but said nothing.

Daniel sat quietly in his mother's embrace. Mom seemed happy, yet on the verge of tears.

...

The night at the Horigan Mansion was lively.

Harvey came over with his family for a casual dinner. As the car pulled in, Linda led the way, head held high, urging, “Luca, hurry up. Why are you dawdling like a little lady?”

Luca’s cheeks blushed pink. Luca's face turned a slight shade of red. He looked at the little girl in front of him, her hair was a curly brown and she wore a beautiful dress. Having lost his mother early, Linda filled his entire world…

Behind them, Harvey carried Darrien, walking in step with Eloise.

Parker and Pauline were quite fond of Luca, and even prepared a children's room for him in Horigan Mansion, just like the other kids.

Dinner was a cheerful affair. After the meal, Parker summoned his son to the study to discuss serious matters.

Meanwhile, Pauline led the kids to bake some cookies.

With nothing else to do, Eloise wandered into Orlena's bedroom. Orlena was sitting at her vanity, lost in a daydream, fixated on something in her hand.

Eloise tiptoed over and gently snatched it away—it was an exquisitely feminine diamond ring. One look and she knew it was her uncle's doing. With a smile, she asked, "Are you two engaged?"

Orlena shook her head in a daze.

She was close to Eloise. They were almost like sisters, so she spilled the previous night's events, finally whispering, "Eloise, I love him. But the pain of those years is real, too. I can't just welcome him back with open arms now that he's successful and wants Daniel and me."

Eloise put the ring back. She wrapped her arms around Orlena, gently patting her shoulder. "Your brother and I just want you to be happy."

Brett knew she wanted to cry. He empathized—any woman of her caliber, abandoned and then waiting in the shadows for years, would struggle at such a time. He didn't press her; instead, he changed the subject.

Brett's voice was relaxed as he shared, "Winter's here; the wisteria at the estate has shed, but it'll bloom again next year. Orlena, are you listening? Tracey brought me asta with plenty of coriander, despite knowing I hate it. She's become quite bossy, limiting my portions. She’s been teasing that if I lose my looks, I won't be able to charm young ladies.

"Tracey misses you, and Daniel too. She's made two pairs of cloth shoes for Daniel, I'll bring them over."

...

Orlena sobbed quietly.

Those days spent in Brockville were the best times with Brett. Despite the tumultuous journey and despite being riddled with scars, looking back, it was still beautiful.

Hearing her cry, Brett soothed her gently, "Come over with Daniel. I'll take you to every eatery in Brockville, we'll shop, and then visit relatives. There are so many relatives, Daniel's hands will be sore from all the gifts."

Orlena cried harder. He always had a way of making her cry. The good and the bad, all brought to her by Brett. In the end, she didn't even say goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Brett stood there on the other side, holding his phone, lost in a sea of melancholy. These past few years had been a series of wounds for Orlena, and for him, they were a litany of regrets. When he found out that she had gone through pregnancy and childbirth alone, it felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces.

If he hadn't loved her so deeply, he thought he might never have fallen so hard.

Slowly, Brett set the phone down. He moved to stand by the window, where the chill of the evening breeze brushed against his face. He owed a lifetime of debt to a woman. It was a feeling etched into his bones, unforgettable and haunting.