Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 827

Brandon's gaze deepened as he stepped into the hospital room, shutting the door behind him and settling onto the couch.

Valarie adjusted her blanket, then looked up, only to catch him staring intently at her. The gaze made her bite her lip unconsciously.

"There's no extra blanket," she murmured. "If you're really tired, maybe you should just go home. I'm fine on my own now."

After Nyla's visit, she did feel much calmer.

"It's alright. You go to sleep. I'll stay here," Brandon replied.

Valarie glanced at him for a moment before quickly looking away. "Alright. I'll try to sleep then..."

"Okay," Brandon answered.

Valarie pulled the blanket up, hiding beneath it, yet sleep wouldn't come.

The room was quiet, but she couldn't stop thinking about Brandon sitting just across from her on the couch. Her heart pounded, and her hands clenched the blanket, as a faint sheen of sweat dampened her palms.

"Can't sleep?" Brandon's gentle voice broke the silence from the couch.

Valarie hesitated, then threw back the blanket and looked his way. "How'd you know I was still awake?"

The room wasn't too cold, and she had been hiding under the covers. Her face was flushed, and her hair was damp with sweat.

The delicate blush on her cheeks reminded Brandon of the first blooms of spring—alluring and tender.