novelxo Chapter 83
Chapter 83 Can I Call You Val? (2)
The two of them spent some time washing in the bathroom. Finally, after drying her hair, Valerie returned to her room.
Derek had already taken a shower and arrived at her room, where there was still a pile of books and papers on her desk.
“Put on a coat.”
As the door opened, Derek looked over and glanced at her, immediately handing her the coat he had given her in the morning.
And there were also warm shoes.
“Thank you!”
“No need to be so polite.”
Valerie arrived at her seat, and the chairs had all been arranged by Derek’s help. She awkwardly picked up her pen and made
eye contact with him.
Derek was not in a hurry either. After taking out what he was going to say later, he just looked at Valerie like that.
“What, what happened....
Derek shook his head.
“Nothing.”
”
There is nothing to look at oneself like this.
Everyone would feel a little awkward.
Suddenly, Derek straightened his upper body and lowered his voice, cautiously asking Valerie.
“Can I call you Val?”
Huh?
Valerie was taken aback, but soon realized and slowly nodded.
“Um... yes, it’s possible, no problem.
Valerie was used to being called Valerie by people, so when someone suddenly called her by such an intimate name, she didn’t
really know how to react.
Seeing Valerie agree, Derek’s hand, which had been tightly gripping the pencil, relaxed slightly. The sweat in his palm also
transferred onto the pencil.
He turned his head and slightly raised the corner of his mouth where Valerie didn’t notice.
The whole person felt much milder.
“But why do you call me Val? Everyone calls me Valerie.”
Valerie suddenly spoke, causing Derek’s smile to vanish.
He regained his indifferent face, only with a slightly softer gaze, looking at Valerie.
“I think Val sounds better than Valerie. If someone calls you Val in the future, just tell them that someone else already calls you
that and ask them to call you Valerie.”
Huh?
Before Valerie could react, Derek immediately took out a notebook and started giving Valerie a “lesson”
At the same time, a white new car parked in front of the Horton family’s house.
It was a face similar to Bruce’s that emerged.
His hands were full of bags, and he had a gentle smile on his face as he opened the door to his house.
“Hmm? Where is Jayvion?”
Tristan looked at the middle–aged man at the door whom he didn’t recognize, dressed in a butler’s attire.
He still smiled gently on his face, but his open eyes sent chills down people’s spines.
The new butler bowed to Tristan.