Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Brandon thought Nyla was right. What mattered now was that he was the one with Valarie. He wouldn't let her go, nor would he give Tom the chance to take her away.

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The next day at noon, Valarie woke up with a splitting headache. Realizing she was in her bedroom, she paused and tried to remember how she had gotten back.

All she recalled from the dinner the previous night was drinking too much and then Brandon coming to pick her up. After that, everything was a blank. Brandon must have brought her home.

Rubbing her aching temples, she threw off the covers and got out of bed. While washing up, she noticed her lips were injured and leaned in closer to the mirror in disbelief.

What happened? Had she fallen after drinking too much?

Aside from her lips, however, she had no other injuries.

Confused, Valarie finished getting ready and stepped out of the bathroom, intending to call Brandon to ask about her lips.

As soon as she checked her phone, she was shocked to see dozens of missed calls and various messages.

The first messages she noticed were from her ex-classmates at the dinner, along with several voice notes asking where she had gone. Feeling puzzled, Valarie opened her class group chat and scrolled through hundreds of messages until she finally pieced together what had happened.

It turned out she had gotten into the wrong car the previous night-Tom had picked her up, not Brandon!

Moreover, according to their descriptions, Tom hadn't taken her back to the Weirs' right away. Instead, he had brought her to his own home, and it was Brandon who later went there to get her.

A wave of guilt washed over Valarie as she thought about how Brandon must have felt going to the Genge residence to take her back.

What would he think of her? Would he believe she still had feelings for Tom?

Suddenly, she remembered the injury on her lips, and her face went pale.

Could it have been from Tom...

She couldn't bear to think about it any longer. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and dialed Brandon's number. After two rings, he answered.

"You're awake?" Brandon's voice was low, devoid of emotion.

Valarie spoke carefully. "Brandon... I'm really sorry. I got drunk last night, and I ended up in the wrong car..."

There was silence on the other end.

After waiting several seconds without a reply, she laughed dryly. "Brandon, when you picked me up last night, nothing happened, right?" "No," Brandon replied.

"That's good... Let's have lunch together later?" Valarie asked.

"I've already eaten," he answered.

Valarie checked the time and saw it was nearly 1:00 p.m. "Okay, never mind then. I'll go with you to the Genges' banquet this evening."

"I have to work late, so I might be delayed. You go ahead," Brandon said.noveldrama

Valarie would have to be a fool not to realize that Brandon was upset. She bit her lip and said, "Brandon, I really did drink too much last night."

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Valarie lowered her gaze, unsure how to respond. She had messed up this time.

After a moment of silence,

Brandon's cool voice came through again. have a meeting now. It there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up."

"Okay..." Valarie answered.

As she listened to the dial tone, she tossed her phone onto the bed, feeling frustrated.

Alcohol really was a troublesome thing!

If she had known this would happen, she definitely wouldn't have drunk so much.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and her resentment toward Tom grew.