Trading My Ex for His Uncle

After saying that, Nyla turned and quickly left the room.

Harrison wanted to call after her but ultimately couldn't make a sound. He covered his face in anguish, regretting everything he had done and said. He had intended to protect her, but his words had caused so much pain.

Wren sighed and said softly, "Harrison, don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault... It's mine. If I hadn't said those things, your relationship with Nyla wouldn't be like this..."

Harrison hung his head in silence, unsure of how to respond.

Outside the hospital, Nyla wiped the tears from her eyes, questioning her actions for the first time.

Why was everyone against her? Should she really give up?

But when she thought of Cyrus and Clark's schemes against her, and what Cyrus had done to her family, she couldn't bring herself to let it go. There was no turning back now-she had to stay with Damon and use him to deal with the Sumners.

When Nyla returned to the villa, it was already past 9:00 p.m. Damon was home, sitting on the sofa and reading documents.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?" he asked.

Nyla shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm a bit tired. I'm going to rest now."

As she walked past the sofa, Damon suddenly spoke up. "Wait, what happened to your face?"

Nyla bit her lip and was about to respond when Damon approached her, brushing the hair from her face.

Upon seeing the mark of a slap on her cheek, his demeanor turned cold. "Who did this?"NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"No one. Don't ask. I'm tired and just want to rest," she replied.

Damon frowned. Noting her pale face, he didn't press further but firmly guided her to the sofa and made her sit down. "Wait here."

He entered the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of clinking and clattering. He returned shortly with a bag of ice.

As soon as the ice touched Nyla's face, she winced.

"If it hurts, let me know," Damon said.

"It's fine," Nyla replied.

Damon didn't say anything more, and the room fell silent. He watched Nyla closely.

If it had been someone from the Sumners who had hurt her, she would have told him. Thus, the incident must have involved her own family.

Upon realizing this, Damon's eyes

grew colder. She was his now, and he wouldn't let anyone, whether from the Sumners or the Jaystons, hurt her.

After about ten minutes of icing, Nyla felt the pain in her face ease.

She looked up at Damon and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you."

Damon removed the ice pack and replied, "told you, don't keep savi thank you. We're a couple. If you're upset, you can tell me. I won't let

anyone bully you."

A warmth spread through Nyla's chest, and her eyes grew a bit misty. "I understand."

Seeing her struggle to hold back

tears despite her attempt to staket

strong, Damon felt a pang of sympathy and pulled her into his embrace.

"Did you have dinner?" he asked.

"I ate." Just as Nyla said that, her stomach growled loudly, betraying her.

Damon chuckled and said, "I'll make you a sandwich."