Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 105

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 105**

Cyrus shook his head with a bemused smile, his voice laced with teasing. “With a temper like yours, I genuinely wonder what kind of woman could ever tolerate you.”

Damon, however, remained silent, his focus unwavering as he meticulously arranged the scattered chess pieces on the board. Each piece was a soldier in a battle he was determined to win, a reflection of his own inner turmoil.

“Come on, let’s eat,” Cyrus urged, breaking the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.

As they settled around the dining table, Cyrus filled the space with his chatter, almost to the point of excess. His words flowed freely, a stream of thoughts and anecdotes meant to lighten the mood, but Damon’s demeanor remained stoic, lost in his own thoughts.

Nyla, on the other hand, picked at her food, her appetite seemingly diminished. After only a few bites, she placed her cutlery down with a soft clink, a signal of her intent. “I’m done. You all take your time,” she announced, her voice steady but firm.

Instantly, the atmosphere shifted as all eyes turned toward her. The sudden attention felt heavy, almost suffocating.

Cindy’s frown deepened, her displeasure evident, yet she refrained from voicing her thoughts, choosing instead to simmer in silence.

Clark, sensing the tension, turned to Nyla with a gentle tone, his voice almost soothing. “Is the food not to your liking tonight?” he inquired, concern etched across his features.

Nyla shook her head, her expression resolute. “No, I’m really full. I remember leaving some clothes in your room the last time I was here. I think I might go see if I can find that dress I liked.”

Clark nodded, his agreement unspoken but understood. “Alright,” he replied, a hint of encouragement in his tone.

Cindy contemplated suggesting that a maid search for the dress instead, but then thought better of it. If Nyla wanted to find it herself, it would spare the staff from unnecessary trouble.

Once inside Clark’s bedroom, Nyla swiftly locked the door behind her, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She moved with purpose toward the balcony, her mind racing with possibilities. After ensuring the coast was clear, she carefully climbed over to Cyrus’ study, her movements cautious and deliberate.

Inside the study, she took a moment to absorb the surroundings. Cyrus’ desk was a chaotic array of company documents, papers strewn about as if a storm had passed through. She rifled through the drawers, her fingers searching for something—anything—useful, but found only disorganized papers and forgotten trinkets. It seemed she would need to broaden her search.

Just as she turned to leave, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, accompanied by hushed voices. Panic surged through her veins, and her heart raced as she instinctively ducked behind the curtain, her breath hitching in her throat.

The study door swung open, and Cyrus’ voice cut through the tension as he entered. “Damon, you know I never ask for help, no matter how tough things get. But the company is really in trouble this time. If you help me through this, I’ll repay you with interest.”

Had it not been for the dire straits of the company and Richard’s refusal to lend a hand, Cyrus would have never approached Damon.

Damon, however, remained unperturbed, his expression unreadable. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze flickered toward the curtain. A moment of tension hung in the air, but he quickly turned back to Cyrus, who was about to take a seat in the chair facing the curtain. “Cyrus, sit over there,” he said flatly.

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