Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)
Chapter 890

"I said you're an ugly freak!" Valarie shot back, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused.

Tom's expression darkened. He knew he shouldn't argue with a drunk person, but hearing her call him ugly still stung.

Brandon couldn't help but laugh mockingly. "Did you hear that? My girlfriend doesn't want ugly freaks touching her. Next time, stay out of her business."

Tom glared at him coldly. "Brandon, you and she aren't right for each other. I suggest you let go of her before you get hurt."

Brandon retorted, "I don't need you to tell me what to do. Mind your own business."

Without another word, he took Valarie and left.

As they walked away, Tom's eyes narrowed. It seemed like it was time to give the Sumner Group something to deal with.

Outside the bar, the cold wind hit, and Valarie shivered, sobering up slightly. She turned to see Brandon still holding onto her, and her expression shifted. She immediately tried to pull away.

"I don't need your help," she said.

Although more aware, the alcohol still made it difficult for her to stand. She stumbled and almost fell.

Brandon quickly grabbed her, pulling her back into his arms. "Stop it. Let me take you home."

Valarie tried to push him away, but her drunken body wouldn't cooperate. She had no strength to fight back and could only let him pull her toward the car.

Once inside, she didn't resist anymore, knowing she wasn't going to escape. She just sat as far away from Brandon as possible.

Seeing her staring at him warily, Brandon raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "The car isn't that big. No matter how much you move away, we're still close enough. I can pull you into my arms with one hand." Valarie didn't answer, still keeping her distance. With her drunken gaze, she wasn't as intimidating as she thought. Instead, she looked almost cute.

Brandon bit back the urge to pinch her cheek. "Valarie, when you sober up tomorrow, we'll have a proper talk."

After being scolded by Damon earlier, he had reflected and realized he'd been a bit immature. His actions at Tom's house had been rash. Since Valarie had chosen him, he needed to trust her more. Valarie didn't respond, her eyes slowly drooping.

After a few more attempts at

conversation. Brandon furrowed his brows when he got no reply.

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The only answer was the soft sound of snoring.

Brandon paused, then couldn't but smile. He reached over

gently pinched her cheek.

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It wasn't long before they reached the Weir residence.

When the maid saw them, she quickly took Valarie from Brandon's arms. Thank you, Mr. Sumnera

take Ms. Weir back to her room. It's

late, so we won't keep you "

Brandon nodded. "She's drunk. It's best to get her some hangover food." "Understood," the maid replied.

After the door to the Weir home closed behind Brandon, he turned and left.

...

Nyla finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Valarie was home safe.

"Nyla, now can we sleep?" Damon asked.

"Mm," she hummed.

Damon turned off the lights, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Nyla, however, couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned, unable to rest.

Suddenly, Damon's hand wrapped around her waist, and his warm body pressed against hers.

Damon leaned in, his voice low and husky in her ear. "You can't sleep, can you?"