Chasing the Unexpected

“I don’t want to choose either. Just stop the car now. I want to get out,” Nyla said. Damon calmly resumed driving. “Since you don’t want to choose, I’ll do it for you.”

Nyla was so frustrated she almost laughed. She knew that no matter what she said, Damon wouldn’t let her out of the car. Resigned, she turned her gaze coldly toward the window.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the hospital.

Damon carried Nyla inside. Resisting was pointless, so she remained silent–and expressionless.

After the examination, the doctor assured them there were no major issues and prescribed some medication for internal and external use.

As they were leaving the hospital, Damon tried to carry Nyla again, but she stepped back to avoid him.

“Thanks for tonight, but I’ll take a taxi home, she said coldly.

With that, she picked up her medication and turned to leave the hospital.

Damon followed her silently. As they approached his car, he stopped her and said, I’ll take you home.”

”

Nyla looked up at him, feeling a bit helpless. “We’ve broken up, so what you’re doing now is pointless. I won’t reconsider and don’t want to be involved in your relationship with Rebecca.”

“I’m not back with her, and I won’t be,” Damon clarified.

Nyla nodded. “Okay, got it.”

She tried to move past him, but he grabbed her hand. His expression was tense, his eyes dark and serious.

“Don’t you believe me?” he asked.

“I do, but whether you’re with her or not doesn’t concern me. I’m not interested. It’s late, and I’ve had a long night. Can you let me go now?” Nyla asked.

Damon looked at her, trying to detect any hint of deceit in her eyes, but saw none. She seemed to have truly given up on him.

“Nyla, whether you believe it or not, you’re the only one on my mind right now,” he confessed.

Nyla pulled her hand away, dismissing his words.

The screeching of brakes nearby made them both turn.

A red Lamborghini came to a halt a meter away from them.

Valarie stepped out of the car and quickly positioned herself between Nyla–and Damon.

“Mr. Sumner, since you’re no longer together, please stop harassing Nyla. Unlike you, she doesn’t have an ex who might return at any time.” Valarie’s tone was scornful, and she spoke without concern for offending him.

Damon’s gaze darkened as he looked at Valarie. “Ms. Weir, I haven’t broken up with her. We’re just having an argument.”

Valarie sneered. “Mr. Sumner, you and Nyla are broken up, not divorced. You don’t need to give your approval.”

Damon narrowed his eyes, clearly deep in thought.

Nyla tugged at Valarie’s sleeve. “Valarie, let’s go. I’m tired.”

“Okay,” Valarie agreed.

Seeing they were about to leave, Damon didn’t stop them. “Thanks for taking her. home tonight, Ms. Weir.”

Valarie rolled her eyes. “Mr. Sumner, Nyla is my good friend. It’s no hassle for me to take her home, and it’s not your place to ask me to do it.”

Damon said nothing more. He watched them get into the car and drive away before heading back to his vehicle.

On the way home, Valarie couldn’t help but comment, “Even after breaking up, Damon is still clinging to you. He’s just as bad as Clark!”

Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression indifferent. “Don’t mention him. Did you get

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my phone from the restaurant?” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I did. It’s in the bag in the back,” Valarie replied.

Nyla retrieved her phone and unlocked it, receiving a message from Gabriel as she did.

Gabriel: [I came by to bring you some food earlier, but no one answered the door. Are you not back yet?]