Chasing the Unexpected

As Valarie reached the entrance, Brandon stepped in front of her again. “Valarie, are you avoiding me?” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Valarie rolled her eyes. “Mr. Sumner, we’re not close. Please call me Ms. Weir. No, I’m not avoiding you. I just don’t want to deal with you.”

“Why don’t you want to deal with me? Is it because I’m too handsome and you’re afraid of accidentally falling for me?” Brandon asked.

Valarie was momentarily speechless, then huffed. “You’re so full of yourself!”

“Seriously, I’ve been chasing you for five years now. What exactly don’t you like about me? Just tell me, and I’ll change!” Brandon pleaded.

Valarie’s heart skipped a beat as she looked into Brandon’s serious eyes, and she quickly averted her gaze. “Okay, then tell me what you like about me. I’ll change that too.”

“I like that you don’t like me,” Brandon countered.

Valarie raised an eyebrow as she replied, “That’s a hard one to change. Maybe you should pick something else to like.”

“No can do. From the moment I met you, I knew I was stuck. You owe me an answer. Otherwise, I won’t give up,” Brandon insisted.

His stubbornness left Valarie feeling helpless, and she frowned. “Brandon, we’re not right for each other. Even if you keep chasing me for another five years, I won’t be with you. Besides, there are plenty of people who like you. Maybe you should focus on someone else.”

Brandon’s gaze turned cold. “How can you know if we’re right for each other if you’ve never even tried? You haven’t dated anyone in the past five years–why won’t you give me a chance?”

“I haven’t dated anyone because I wasn’t interested. My family has already set me up for a blind date,” Valarie told him.

Her words hung heavily in the air between them, creating a tense atmosphere.

Brandon’s face tightened, and a storm brewed in his eyes. “Fine! You’d rather go on a blind date than give me a chance. I get it. But just so you know, if I ever bother you again, I’m a fool!”

He stormed off, his entire posture radiating anger.

Watching him walk away, Valarie pressed her lips together and slowly headed outside.

They weren’t right for each other, so this was the right decision. As for those fleeting moments when her heart fluttered, she would just pretend they had never happened.

Back in his car, Brandon stomped on the gas pedal, speeding off. He had finally learned that the saying about how the prettier the women were, the colder their hearts tended to be, was true.

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from the back seat. “Slow down. I don’t want to die in your car.”

Startled, Brandon swerved, narrowly avoiding an accident. His driving skills, combined with the empty

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road, were the only things that saved him.

After regaining his composure, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Damon. “Uncle Damon, what are you doing in my car?”

“My car’s in for maintenance,” Damon replied.

Brandon fell silent. So he was meant to be the chauffeur tonight?

Just as he was about to turn the car around, an idea crossed his mind. “Uncle Damon, want to grab a drink together?”

Damon looked at him, asking, “Got your heart broken?”

Brandon stiffened and gritted his teeth. “It’s not a breakup if we never dated. By the way, if you know any suitable women, introduce me. I’m ready for blind dates.”

If Valarie could go on blind dates, so could he. In fact, he’d go on three a day just to outdo her.

Realization struck Damon as he asked, “Rejected by Valarie again?”

“Can we not talk about her? I’ve moved on. I’ve made up my mind,” Brandon muttered.

“Okay,” Damon replied.

Brandon frowned when he saw how calm Damon was. “Uncle Damon, I’m serious this time. If you introduce someone, I’ll definitely go meet them.”

“Haven’t you said this at least ten times before?” Damon shot back.