Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 758

As Valarie and Zayn arrived at her house, they saw Brandon waiting at the gate.

Brandon thought about how he had treated Zayn like a brother, only to have Zayn go after Valarie–stealing his girl. The urge to punch Zayn in the face surged within him.

“She’s my girlfriend. Anything that pertains to her involves me too,” Zayn told Brandon.

Brandon’s fists clenched at his sides, his body tense and his face cold enough to freeze.

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he asked Valarie, “What did your call earlier mean?”

Before Valarie could answer, Zayn chimed in with a smile, “You came all the way here to ask about that call? We were just playing Truth or Dare at the club. Valarie lost and chose Dare. It was to call you and

I didn’t think you’d rush here just over a phone call.”

s her feelings.

The color drained from Brandon’s face, turning pale in an instant. He stared at Valarie as he asked, “Is what Zayn said true?”

Valarie bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze. “Yes…”

“Great, I must really be pathetic to come looking for you!” Brandon spat.

He pushed past Valarie and Zayn, his anger evident in his swift departure.

As Valarie listened to his footsteps fade away, she felt a hollow ache in her chest.

For her, that phone call tonight hadn’t just been a dare—it was a confession.

Over the five years they had been entangled, she had long since fallen for Brandon. She had just grown accustomed to having him around, mistaking it for friendship.

Now, she probably wouldn’t have the chance to tell him.

She let go of Zayn’s hand, saying, “Thanks for taking me home. It’s late, so I won’t ask you to come in. Be careful on your way home.”

Watching Valarie walk away, Zayn couldn’t help but smirk with a hint of mockery.

Once back in the car, he dialed a number and said, “I’m on my way over. Make sure to bring the two girls we were drinking with a few days ago.”

After hanging up, he started the car and drove off.

The next morning, Nyla got up and washed up before heading downstairs.

“Good morning,” Damon greeted her first. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla replied indifferently, “Good morning.”

Sitting across from Damon, she took a slice of bread and spread butter on it.

“Nyla, you’ve been back in Saintornia for a while. Have you thought about visiting your father?” Damon asked.

Nyla froze mid–action, her fingers gripping the knife tightly. She raised her eyes to meet Damon’s gaze, her face expressionless. “No, I haven’t. Why? Have you seen him recently?”

“Yeah, he’s been heartbroken since you fell into the sea, and he’s not doing well now,” Damon replied.

Nyla asked, “Oh, doesn’t he have Wren and Gabriel to take care of him?”

Thinking back to what Harrison had said to her, she still felt a pang of sadness. After all, Harrison was her father, not just anyone.

She had once believed that even if no one else understood her, at least Harrison would. She later realized how wrong she was.

Harrison was no longer the father who had poured all his love into her. He had shared his affection with Wren and Gabriel.

A person could only have so much love. The more people it was divided among, the less each one received.

“Wren divorced him two years ago and married another wealthy businessman. Gabrie

a three–year–old son,” Damon answered.