?


    "Brandon, you were just filling the emotional void I left in her life over the past five years. Give it time, and I''ll show you who the right person for her really is!" Tom dered.


    Brandon dismissed his provocationpletely. "Mr. Genge, there''s a difference between a devoted boyfriend and a scumbag ex who cheated and got caught in bed. I think Vrie knows how to choose."


    Ignoring the ugly expression that twisted Tom''s face, he turned away, carrying Vrie in his arms. He helped her into the car and instructed the driver to start driving.


    When the driver caught sight of Brandon''s grim expression in the rearview mirror, he shuddered and nervously pulled down the privacy partition.


    Only after the partition was fully raised, and Brandon made no objection, did the driver finally breathe a sigh of relief.


    With the barrier up, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated, and the driver visibly rxed.


    In the back seat, Brandon''s gaze fell on Vrie, who was leaning against the left door, fast asleep. His expression darkened. She seemed to be sleeping soundly.


    Upon remembering the worry he''d felt when he couldn''t find her and the anger that surged when he learned Tom had taken her, Brandon''s jaw clenched. His gaze hardened, and he reached over, pulling her gently into his arms.


    His movements disturbed a few strands of Vrie''s long hair, which tickled her face, causing her to instinctively reach up and scratch.


    Watching her remain blissfully unaware, Brandon felt a surge of anger rise within him. He gripped the back of her neck and bit down hard on her lush, red lips.


    "Mmph... that hurts..." Vrie winced, frowning as she tried to push him away.


    Brandon only intensified his advances.


    Finally, after over a minute, he released her.


    Vrie gasped for air like a fish out of water. Her lips, where he had bitten, were now even redder and more inviting.


    Brandon closed his eyes, working to calm the turmoil inside, but he kept his grip on her hand tight.


    "Vrie, since you''ve chosen to be with me, I won''t let you go," he dered.


    Vrie made a small sound and


    burrowed closer into his embracet


    her slender arms wrapping around his waist.


    After dropping Vrie off at home, Brandon was about to head back when his phone rang. It was N.


    "Brandon, did you get Vrie home?" N asked.


    Upon returning, Damon had discovered that Tom had taken Vrie and learned of Brandon''s efforts to retrieve her. N had quickly called to check on Vrie''s condition.


    Brandon replied with a hum. "Aunt N, you don''t need to worry. She''s fine. She just got a bit drunk."


    Hearing this, N felt a weight lift from her heart.


    "Good. Make sure to get some rest," she said.


    Just as N was about to hang up, Brandon called out, "Aunt N, I have something to ask you."


    "What is it?" N asked.


    Brandon hesitated. "Did Vrie... really like Tom?"


    If she hadn''t been fond of Tom, he wouldn''t have had the confidence to say those things earlier.


    N lowered her gaze, pausing for a moment before replying. "No matter how much Vrie liked him in the past, that''s all behind her. She won''t go back to a man who cheated? The fact that she''s willing to ept you shows you''re important to her."


    She added, "There''s no point inparing yourself to the past. What matters is that you''re together now." Brandon looked up at the dark sky, exhaling a warm breath. "Yeah, I understand. Thanks, Aunt N."


    He just regretted not meeting Vrie when she was ready to fully give herself to love.