Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 698

That evening, Brandon and Damon sat together in a private room at a high–end bar in Saintornia. They silently poured drinks into their glasses, both wearing grim expressions that radiated an aura discouraging any approach.

Eventually, Brandon couldn’t hold back and looked at Damon.

“Uncle Damon, was your pursuit of Aunt Nyla this difficult?” he asked.

The memory of Valarie’s rejection, followed by her date with a loser, frustrated Brandon. Did she really

think so little of him?

Damon glanced at Brandon but didn’t respond. He was too preoccupied with the upcoming Saturday trip to the zoo with Oliver to take on the role of emotional mentor for Brandon.

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It seemed that Brandon didn’t expect an answer anyway. He took another gulp and angrily stated, Whatever, it doesn’t matter to me anymore. There are plenty of women in the world. I’m not going to be hung up on her!

“I’ve pursued her for five years, and now she’s missed out. She’s the one who should regret it, not me!

“I’m so angry! I’m never pursuing women again! She’s such a jerk!”

In his fury, he pulled out his phone and angrily posted on social media.

Brandon: [I will never cry over a jerk again!] Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Not long after posting, comments from friends flooded in.

[Which woman is so powerful that she can make you cry? I need to see this for myself!]

[LOL, look who’s having a tough time now!]

[Brandon, if it’s not working out, just switch to another! Don’t limit yourself to one gender–men should never make you cry! Come into my embrace!]

Reading those comments made Brandon roll his eyes in exasperation. He wanted to reach through the screen and punch them all.

Just as he was about to delete the post, he noticed that Valarie had liked it.

How dare she like it? Was her heart made of stone?!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he started drinking faster. Soon, he was drunk.

Drunk Brandon was like a completely different person. He no longer feared Damon and walked over to hug his leg, crying uncontrollably.

“Waaah! Uncle Damon, why doesn’t Valarie want me? What’s wrong with me? I was even the school heartthrob! She’s pretty, I know. Why won’t she give me a chance?

“Uncle Damon, you’re the best! You’re willing to drink with me when I’m feeling down. Hic!” Brandon cried.

Looking at the flushed, drunken Brandon, Damon felt a flash of disdain and kicked him away. “Stop bothering me.”

Brandon fell to the floor, confused.

Hadn’t he been hugging his uncle’s leg to fall asleep? Why was he now lying on the floor?

In his inebriated state, he couldn’t think clearly. He decided not to dwell on it and crawled back to hug Damon’s leg again.

“Uncle Damon, I’m so heartbroken! I’ve only ever liked this one woman all my life. I can’t just give up… Sob

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it hurts so much… but, Uncle Damon, why are your legs so cold and hard…” Brandon continued to cry.

Damon glanced coldly at the sobbing Brandon, his expression darkening to an extreme.

If he had known Brandon would be so embarrassing when drunk, he never would have agreed to go out drinking with him.

“Uncle Damon, why aren’t you talking? Do you not want to talk to me either?” Brandon wailed.