Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 103

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 103**

Nyla brushed Clark off with an air of indifference, her expression a mask of cool detachment. “You’re overthinking it,” she stated, her voice flat as if the weight of his concerns didn’t even graze her.

Clark’s heart sank at her nonchalant dismissal. A chill crept into his gaze, darkening the warmth that usually flickered there. He could feel a storm brewing within him, but he took a deep breath, inhaling the tension that hung in the air, and tried to soften his approach. “Nyla,” he began, his tone gentler now, “I know you feel wronged, but Grandma is getting old. I hope you can be more understanding.”

Nyla couldn’t help but let out a small, derisive laugh at his words. It was a familiar tune—whenever the Sumners were involved, Clark’s answer was always the same: she should just endure. Once, she had overlooked these frustrations because of her love for him, but now, with a heavy heart, she realized that she would always play second fiddle to his family and his career ambitions.

“Don’t worry. I have no issues with her,” she replied, her voice calm but her heart racing with unspoken emotions.

After all, she had reached a point where her feelings for Clark had begun to fade. If she no longer cared for him, why would she concern herself with the opinions of anyone else, least of all his grandmother?

Noticing the resolute calmness in her demeanor, Clark decided to drop the subject, shifting gears. “By the way, Mom invited us over for dinner tomorrow night,” he said, attempting to infuse some lightness into the conversation.

Nyla’s brows shot up in surprise. Cindy had never been fond of her, and since their marriage, invitations to the Sumner home had been scarce. Yet, the prospect of entering Cyrus’ study piqued her interest. Perhaps there lay the secrets she sought regarding the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident.

“Alright, got it. Do we need to prepare any gifts?” she inquired, her mind already racing with possibilities.

“No need. I’ll pick you up after work,” Clark replied, his tone casual, as if the dinner was just another mundane event.

“Okay,” Nyla agreed, a hint of resolve in her voice.

The following evening, Nyla meticulously packed her lab equipment, her mind still swirling with thoughts. She bid farewell to Melody, who flashed her a supportive smile, before making her way to the downstairs lobby. Just as she reached the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, startling her.

It was Dylan—the man who had laid bare his feelings for her just the day before. He stood there, a bouquet of vibrant flowers in one hand and a small, elegantly decorated cake in the other, a grin plastered across his face.

“Ms. Jayston,” he began, his voice earnest, “I thought about it all night and realized I still like you. I don’t want to give up. Can you give me a chance to pursue you?”

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