Chasing the Unexpected

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As Nyla spoke, she packed her things quickly, preparing to leave.

Damon stopped her. “Are you really leaving?”

“If I don’t leave now, am I supposed to wait until you get back together with Rebecca and then get kicked out? I’m not that blind or foolish,” Nyla countered.

“I won’t get back with her,” Damon repeated.

Nyla looked up at him, her expression serious. “Do you know? Clark used to tell me he wouldn’t continue to be entangled with Jordyn, and look what happened.

A trace of coldness flickered across Damon’s face, and his voice grew somber. “I’m not like him.”

“What’s the difference? You’re both involved with other women and seem to lie. I’m not going through this again,” Nyla stated flatly.

Damon was at a loss for words. His actions had certainly made her feel insecure.

“Nyla, give me three months. I’ll resolve this issue,” he promised.

Nyla pushed him aside. “I won’t wait for you.”

With that, she left.

It wasn’t until she was outside the villa that the tears began to fall. She wiped them away, forced herself to pull it together, and drove off after putting her suitcase in the car.

After Nyla left, Damon spent the entire afternoon in his study.

When dinner time came, a nervous maid knocked on the door. “Mr. Sumner, it’s time for dinner.

“I’m not hungry,” Damon replied.

There was a brief silence before the maid’s voice came again. “Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat something. Ms. Jayston will come back once she’s

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Although the maid said this, she knew that Nyla would never return as long as Damon remained entangled with Rebecca.

When no response came from the room, the maid sighed. “I’ve left the food in the warmer. If you get hungry, you can help yourself.”

As her footsteps faded away, Damon stared at the documents in his hand for several minutes but couldn’t focus on a single word. His mind was occupied by the image of Nyla leaving resolutely.

Frustrated, he tossed the documents onto the table, grabbed his car keys, and left.

At the club…

Damon downed drink after drink, his dark expression creating a frightening aura around him.

“Damon, what’s wrong? Heartbroken?” Nathaniel teased.

Damon glared at him, noting his apparent delight. “Can’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Realizing Damon was genuinely angry, Nathaniel quickly wiped the smirk off his face. “Did I hit the nail on the head?”

Damon didn’t respond, and the atmosphere in the room grew even heavier.

Just as Nathaniel was trying to think of something to lighten the mood, Damon’s phone rang.

At the sound of the ringtone, Nathaniel’s expression changed. He abruptly looked up at Damon.

Damon hung up with a neutral expression, but the caller tried again. As he prepared to hang up once more, Nathaniel snatched the phone from him, his , Nathaniel snatched the phone from him, his hand tightening when he saw the name on the screen.

“Rebecca… Why is she contacting you all of a sudden?” Nathanjel asked.

Since leaving the country, Rebecca had cut off all contact with them. Nathaniel

had tried to find her but was told not to contact her again, as she hadn’t wanted to see anyone related to Damon.

Damon’s expression remained indifferent. “She’s back in the country.”

Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock. “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?!”