Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 455



Nyla was irritated by the persistent knocking and slowly walked out of her bedroom. She asked, "Valarie, who's at the door?" Valarie turned to her and said softly, "It's Damon."

Nyla's hand, resting on the doorframe, grew pale from tension, and her already wan face seemed even more drawn.

After a moment of silence, she finally said, "Let him in."

Since Damon was already aware of the situation, she couldn't avoid him forever or remain hidden indefinitely.

"But you—" Valarie's gaze involuntarily dropped to Nyla's stomach, filled with concern.

Nyla forced a smile. "It's okay."

She had known that a day like this would come the moment she discovered she was pregnant.

"Alright then," Valarie replied and opened the door.

An immediate chill ran down Nyla's spine. Facing Damon up close felt far more oppressive than seeing him through the peephole. An icy dread seemed to rise from her feet.

Damon's eyes were calm, but his expression was cold and unreadable. Still, Valarie could sense the suppressed fury beneath his calm exterior, ready to erupt.

"Damon, Nyla is—" Before Valarie could finish, Damon pushed past her and entered.

Upon seeing Nyla leaning against the doorframe, looking pale, Damon abruptly halted. His clenched fists betrayed his anger.

Valarie quickly stepped in front of Nyla, adopting a protective stance. "Damon, if you're going to do something, take it out on me. I signed the papers. Nyla is weak right now, and you-"

"Get out!" Damon's cold, piercing glare cut her off, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

Valarie had never seen him like this before and trembled involuntarily. Despite that, she stood her ground, protecting Nyla.

Seeing Valarie's slight shiver, Nyla felt a pang of gratitude. Even though Valarie was scared, she still stood bravely in front of her. "Valarie, the food in the kitchen might burn... Could you check on it?" Nyla asked.

Valarie bit her lip and whispered, "Why worry about food now?"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I need to clear things up with him anyway," Nyla reassured her.

Valarie hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. "Alright. If he does anything to you, remember to call me."

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

After Valarie left, the room fell into a tense silence.

Damon's eyes remained fixed on Nyla's pale face, his entire body tense as if he were struggling to control his emotions.

After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly walked toward her.

As he approached, Nyla subconsciously gripped the doorframe tighter. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Sumner, the timing for this baby was not ideal, and we are over. I have the right to decide what happens to-"

Before she could finish, Damon was right in front of her. Her heart raced, fearing he might do something to hurt her. Instead, he gently lifted her into his arms.

His touch was tender as if he were handling a precious gem.

Nyla was momentarily stunned and instinctively tried to struggle, but Damon held her tighter.

"Don't move!" he warned.

Detecting the tremor in his voice, Nyla bit her lip. They were so close she could see the tension in his jaw and the redness in his eyes. The thought of her aborting the baby must have been a heavy blow to him.

Damon, maintaining a restrained

expression, carried Nyla into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He then covered her with the

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"Nyla, I'm sorry..." he said.