Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 948

"Seth, when you have time, let me take you out for a meal," Brandon offered casually.

Seth shook his head. "I'll be busy for a while, but when I'm free, I'll invite you and Valarie out for dinner."

"That sounds good. It's getting late, so take your time heading back," Brandon cautioned.

"Thank you for dropping me off today," Seth replied.

"You're welcome," Brandon answered.

Once Seth was gone, Valarie's expression turned cold. "Brandon, what was all that about?"

Brandon feigned innocence. "Nothing. I just saw you having dinner with Seth, so I stopped by to say hello. I didn't want you to get too tired, so I offered to drive him back."

"Are you saying you weren't suspicious of me and him, and you just came over to 'chat' with him?" Valarie retorted.

Brandon looked genuinely aggrieved. "Valarie, you're being unfair. I really just wanted to say hello."

"Did saying hello really require you to subtly ask if Seth had a girlfriend?" Valarie countered sharply.

Brandon maintained a serious tone. "Who knows? Your university is full of good-looking people, and I actually have a friend who's single. If Seth wasn't seeing anyone, I thought I might as well introduce them."

Valarie didn't feel like arguing anymore. She turned away, her voice still cold. "We're done dropping him off. You can leave now."

"Valarie, you can't just use me and toss me aside," Brandon complained.

Valarie snorted. "I didn't ask you to drive. You insisted."

"I just didn't want you to be tired. Let me take you home," Brandon offered.

Valarie turned around to refuse, but when she saw Brandon's exhaustion, she hesitated. The place they had met was near several restaurants—he must have just finished his business dinner too.

His voice was low and pleading.

Valarie pushed his hand away. "It's late, and I don't like making decisions at night. We'll talk tomorrow."

There was a flash of disappointment in Brandon's eyes, but he didn't stop her.

Valarie quickly disappeared behind her front door.

Brandon waited for a while, and when he was sure she wasn't coming back out, he started the car and drove off.

Hearing the sound of the engine as Brandon drove away, Valarie peeked out the window and saw the taillights of her car disappearing around the corner.

She tightened her grip on the curtain, conflicted.

Should she just forgive Brandon like this?