Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 700

Thanks to that little interruption, Valarie snapped back to reality. She pushed Brandon away and got to her feet, her cheeks flushed.

“Brandon, I’m warning you! If you pull something like that again, I won’t care about you anymore!” she

barked.

Brandon stared at her in confusion, seemingly unable to recall what had just happened.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Valarie was exasperated. He had just kissed her, and now he didn’t recognize her?

Nonetheless, this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. She needed to find a way to get him home.

After thinking for a moment, Valarie called a driver to help her get Brandon to the car.

Fortunately, after what had happened, he seemed tired and fell asleep without a fuss.

Once she helped him into the back seat and buckled him in, she told the driver the address.

“He has someone at home. Just ring the doorbell, and they’ll come to get him,” she instructed.

The driver nodded. “Okay.”

As Valarie watched the driver pull away, she turned and headed back home.

The next morning…

When Brandon woke up, his head throbbed painfully.

Rubbing his temples, he slowly sat up and was surprised to find himself in his bedroom.

How had he gotten back?

His last memory was drinking at the bar with Damon, then getting drunk and crying while hugging Damon’s leg. After that, he thought he saw Valarie.

It must have been a hallucination. She was so heartless. Why would she go to the bar for him?

With that thought, Brandon’s expression soured.

It must have been Damon who brought him back. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After getting ready and heading downstairs for breakfast, he called Damon.

“Uncle Damon, when did you take me home last night? I can’t remember a thing,” he said.

“I didn’t take you home,” Damon replied.

“It wasn’t you? Then who brought me back?” Brandon asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the line went dead.

Brandon was speechless.

Looking through his call history, he saw that he had called Valarie around 10:00 p.m. and that she had

+25

called him back several times, but he hadn’t answered.

No way! Last night wasn’t a hallucination? Valarie had really come to the bar to find him?

A glimmer of delight crossed Brandon’s eyes at that thought.

Just as he was about to call Valarie, he remembered what she had said when the auction ended. The smile on his lips flattened into a straight line.

She had been so straightforward that day, and now he was getting all sentimental over just a phone call. It felt ridiculous.

Once he called her, she would definitely tease him about it.

With that thought, Brandon took a deep breath and decided against contacting Valarie.

Valarie had just woken up when Phoebe started talking about her blind date for the day.

After a while, noticing that Valarie wasn’t responding, Phoebe looked up and saw her daydreaming. She couldn’t help but frown, feeling a bit annoyed.

“Valarie, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been zoning out all morning,” she questioned.

Snapping back to reality, Valarie met Phoebe’s displeased gaze and shook her head. “Sorry, Mom. I probably didn’t sleep well last night. What were you saying?”

“I said your blind date, Mr. Zayn Updike, has studied abroad just like you. You two should hit it off. He wants to meet you at the racetrack today, so make sure to make a good impression,” Phoebe reminded

her.

Valarie frowned as she asked, “Who sets up a blind date at the racetrack?”

$