Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 120

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 120**

Nyla nodded slightly, her voice steady as she replied, “Yes, I know.”

Just as Nathaniel was about to interject with a comforting word, Damon abruptly shifted his attention to Nyla, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Do you know me that well?” he challenged, the chill in his tone palpable.

Nathaniel felt a wave of surprise wash over him, his brow furrowing in confusion at Damon’s sudden hostility. Why was Damon choosing this moment to make things so uncomfortable for Nyla? Did his disdain for Clark extend so deeply that it now ensnared his wife in its grip?

Nyla, sensing the tension in the air, bit her lip and cast her eyes downward, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. “No, thank you for tonight, Uncle Damon. It’s late, so I’ll be heading home now. Enjoy your evening.” Her voice was soft, yet firm, as though she were trying to shield herself from the storm brewing around her.

Damon’s lips twisted into a sneer, his eyes narrowing. “I helped you tonight, and you think a mere thank you suffices?” The disdain dripped from his words, cutting through the air like a knife.

Nyla hesitated, her heart racing. She turned back to him, a mix of confusion and defiance in her gaze. “What do you want as thanks, Uncle Damon?”

Damon’s attention flicked to the woman beside him, who was pouring him a drink, and he said with a casual air, “Teach her how to repay a life-saving favor.”

Nathaniel’s frown deepened as he processed Damon’s words. The idea of having an escort from a nightclub instruct Nyla on how to express gratitude felt not only inappropriate but cruel.

The woman, her eyes sparkling with admiration, looked up at Damon and said, “Mr. Sumner, if you saved me, I’d offer myself to you.” Her tone was flirtatious, but it only added to the tension in the room.

Damon’s expression remained stoic, betraying nothing of his thoughts or feelings in response to her declaration.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Nathaniel burst out, “Damon, this is too much.” His voice was laced with frustration.

Nyla hadn’t done anything to provoke Damon’s ire; why was he treating her with such contempt? The unfairness of it gnawed at Nathaniel, making his insides churn.

Damon turned his icy gaze toward Nathaniel. “What? Are you planning to repay me on her behalf?” His words were sharp, cutting through the atmosphere like a winter wind.

Nathaniel was momentarily rendered speechless, his mind racing to find a suitable response.

Noticing the shift in Damon’s demeanor, which was far from his usual composed self, Nyla spoke up calmly, “Uncle Damon, you’re drunk.” Her voice was steady, yet there was an underlying concern in her tone.

Damon turned his attention back to her, the flickering light casting shadows across his face.

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