Chapter 315

Broderick ignored Serena. His gaze was glued to Leslie and Harold. Too bad those two seemed totally unfazed. Except Leslie wasn't clueless-she was doing it on purpose. Even if she knew nothing was going on between Broderick and Serena, seeing that photo still lit a fire in her chest. She was pissed and didn't feel like talking to anyone. So the whole night just had this weird, awkward vibe. Once the gathering wrapped up, everyone went their separate ways. Caleb took Serena home. Dylan came back after chatting with Derek, only to see Broderick leaning on the couch with his eyes shut, looking like he'd had a bit too much. Meanwhile, Leslie and Harold were off in a corner, still arguing about something. Around Harold, Leslie seemed more like the young woman she was. Dylan's lips curled up in a smirk. He bent down and whispered in Broderick's ear, "Being drunk might not be a bad thing, you know? Gives you an excuse to act stupid. Broderick, tell me straight, are you falling for Leslie?" Br