Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla's voice was gentle yet resolute.

Damon knew her well enough to understand that once she made up her mind, no one could change it. Thus, he didn't press the matter further.

As they arrived at the restaurant entrance, they ran into Clark and Jordyn.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The moment Clark saw Nyla and Damon together, his expression turned cold.

"Uncle Damon, why are you here alone with Nyla?" Clark asked icily.

"Thelped her out with something, and she's treating me to dinner to thank me. Is that a problem? Or are you just eager to provide the tabloids with more material? Perhaps you want to give the paparazzi more evidence of your affair?" Damon retorted.

Clark sneered. This restaurant was one of the most private in the city- only the wealthy and influential dined there. The paparazzi wouldn't

dare to invade this space.

"Since we've run into each other, why don't we all have dinner together?" Clark suggested.

Damon shot him a frosty glance. "Sitting your pregnant mistress at the same table as your wife-only you would think of that."

Clark's expression darkened. He wouldn't have suggested it if he wasn't so keen on preventing them from spending time alone together. Before he could say anything, Jordyn jumped in.

"Ms. Jayston, I don't mind joining you for dinner. After all, I'm not that petty," she said.

Nyla hadn't intended to engage with Jordyn, but

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causing trouble, she couldn't let it slide.

"And what right do you have to be petty? Is it your shamelessness?" Nyla shot back.

Jordyn's face paled, and she glared at Nyla with icy eyes..

Not wanting to waste any more time on them, Nýla turned to Damon." Uncle Damon, shall we go inside?" "Sure," Damon replied.

Clark moved to stop them, but Jordyn held him back. "Clark, making a scene here won't do us any good."

Everyone dining there held

significant status in the city. Given

that Clark and Nyla were still married, a public confrontation could easily turn Jordyn into a target of public scorn.

Clark took a deep breath,

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suppressing his anger, and leered at

her. "If you hadn't insisted on

coming here, we wouldn't be in this

mess!"

Jordyn sighed. "But if we hadn't come, would Nyla have told you she was dining with your uncle alone?"

Clark's expression darkened further, fury flickering in his eyes.

Throughout the meal, Clark

remained distracted, barely engaging in. Jordyn's attempts at conversation. When they finally

finished, he arranged for the dr.net

to take Jordyn home while he waited outside the restaurant for Nyla and Damon.

After half an hour, just as his patience was wearing thin, Nyla and Damon finally emerged, side by side.

Nyla wore a white dress, her long hair tied back, accentuating her delicate and beautiful features. Standing next to the impeccably

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dressed Damon, they looked like a couple straight out of a fairytale- perfectly matched.

The sight pierced Clark's heart. He quickly strode over, blocking their path, his face a mask of irritation.

"I'll take you home," he told Nyla.

"That's not necessary. I'm riding with Uncle Damon," she replied calmly.

Clark's anger bubbled like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He seemed ready to lose control.

"Nyla, don't forget-you're still my wife!" he snapped.

Nyła chuckled, her gaze clear and piercing.

"And I don't recall any law that says just because you're my husband, I

have to listen to everything you say," she retorted.

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