Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Hearing the annoyance in Nyla's voice, Damon chuckled and let her go. If he kept teasing her, she might actually get mad.

Nyla took a few steps back, smoothing her hair that had become tousled during their playful scuffle. She shot Damon an irritated look. "Alright, don't be mad. I might have to work late tonight, so I'll have the driver take you home first," Damon said.

Nyla frowned. "Your wounds need to be dressed. How late are you planning to work?"

"Not sure yet. As for the dressing, I'll have Spencer take care of it," he replied.

Nyla grew more frustrated due to Damon's casual demeanor, her face turning cold as she remained silent.

Damon sighed. "It's really nothing, just minor wounds. They'll heal in a few days."

"I'll come by after work to change your bandages, and then I'll head home," Nyla said.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, leaving no room for Damon to protest.

Watching her hurry away, Damon couldn't help but smile.

Meanwhile, Clark returned home with a dark expression.

Jordyn, sitting in the living room with an acai bowl, noticed his frown and put down her bowl. "What's wrong? Did Grandpa still refuse to let you back into the Sumner Group?" Clark sneered. "I expected that before I even went."

"Then who upset you?" Jordyn asked.

Clark's eyes flashed with irritation as he took in Jordyn's pregnant figure and slightly fuller body.

"It's none of your business!" he snapped.

He turned and walked briskly toward the study, not wanting to look at her any longer.

The more Clark thought about Nyla standing up for Damon and his uncle's willingness to cut ties with Richard to be with her, the more agitated he became.

When he had wanted to marry her, he had knelt outside the Sumner residence for three days, and she hadn't shown him the same concern.

Now, just a few days after their divorce, she was already involved with Damon!

The more Clark thought about it, the darker his expression became. He was determined to make Nyla regret her actions.

After a moment of contemplation, Clark smirked and called Michael.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Didn't Uncle Damon have an old flame overseas? Find out where she is now and get me her contact information," Clark instructed.

After hanging up, he set his phone down, his expression icy. Once that woman returned to the country, he was certain Damon wouldn't stay with Nyla.

Back in the lab, Nyla found Melody still napping and quietly walked over to her computer. Seeing that it was almost time to start the afternoon's work, she decided to forgo a and picked up a book to read

instead.

nap

At 1:55 p.m., Melody was jolted awake by her alarm. Noticing Nyla sitting across from her reading, she groggily asked, "Nyla, when did you get back?"

"Not too long ago. Go wash your face. We'll start the afternoon's experiments soon," Nyla replied.

"Okay," Melody said.

Once Nyla began working, she

became completely absorbed in the

experiment. It wasn't until Melody

reminded her that it was time to go

home that she realized how date it was.

Noticing Melody's hesitant expression, Nyla asked, "What's wrong? Do you have something to do? If you need to leave, I can finish up here." Melody shook her head and subtly motioned toward the door.

Nyla turned and saw Damon standing at the entrance-tall and imposing, with an air of elegance that made him impossible to ignore.

While removing her gloves, Nyla told Melody, "You can finish up here."

Nyla then led Damon to a nearby office before finally asking why he had come to see her.

"Didn't you say you'd change my bandages after work?" Damon asked.