Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 110

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

“Let go!” Damon exclaimed, his voice a sharp edge cutting through the tension in the air.

Nyla, gazing into the stormy depths of Damon’s furious eyes, felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over her. After the harrowing experience she had just endured, her heart raced, and she could feel the warmth of tears threatening to spill from her reddened eyes. With trembling fingers, she slowly released her grip, revealing the gruesome sight of her palm—bloodied and marred, with a jagged shard of glass cruelly embedded within.

Damon’s face darkened further, a storm brewing within him as he scooped her up effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her as he made his way toward the exit.

Nyla, still dazed and weak, clutched at his shirt collar, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mr. Sumner, please, just have someone bring me some clothes.”

The thought of Damon carrying her out of the company sent a fresh wave of panic coursing through her veins. She could already envision the rumors spiraling out of control, gossip spreading like wildfire by the time dawn broke.

Damon glanced down at her, his expression as cold as ice. But when he caught sight of her pale, fragile face, a flicker of concern crossed his features, though it quickly morphed back into determination. “Your hand is injured. It requires immediate attention,” he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Nyla shook her head defiantly, her stubbornness flaring. “There’s a first-aid kit in the lab. I can manage it myself, and I’ll go to the hospital later,” she insisted, her voice gaining strength as she spoke.

Damon could sense her reluctance to be associated with him, and his expression darkened even more, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “Should I call Clark for you?” he asked, his voice low and tense.

Nyla tightened her grip on his shirt, desperation creeping into her tone as she shook her head vehemently. “No. Just call the police for me,” she replied, her resolve hardening.

“Alright,” he relented, gently setting her down before pulling out his phone to call Spencer, instructing him to bring a set of women’s clothes.

Moments later, Spencer entered the lab, holding the clothes in his hands. The sight of Nyla, disheveled and draped in Damon’s jacket, left him momentarily stunned.

Could it be that… Damon and Nyla…?

Damon, catching the look of surprise on Spencer’s face, understood the implications swirling in his mind. With a stoic expression, he commanded, “Give her the clothes and notify security to take the man in the equipment room to the police.”

Snapping back to reality, Spencer quickly handed the clothes to Nyla, his expression shifting to one of professionalism.

“Thank you,” she murmured, taking the garments and retreating to the restroom, her heart pounding as she prepared to change.

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