Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 862

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.

...

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.

turned out she had gotten into the wrong car the previous night-Tom had picked her up,

Weirs' right away. Instead, he had

Valarie as she thought about how Brandon must have felt going to the Genge

think of her? Would he believe she still had

she remembered the injury on her lips, and her face

it have been

to think about it any longer. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and dialed Brandon's number. After

voice was low,

sorry. I got drunk last night, and I ended up in

on the other

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

good... Let's have lunch

eaten," he

time and saw it was nearly 1:00 p.m. "Okay, never mind

to work late, so I might be

She bit her lip and said,

if I

or get

unsure how to respond. She had messed up this

moment of