Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 147

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 147**

Damon’s expression darkened as shadows played across his features. “Not yet,” he said firmly, his voice low and steady. “The hotel’s surveillance system was compromised, so I had Spencer check the cameras positioned around the premises. But for tonight, the most crucial thing for you is to get some rest. We can tackle everything else come morning.”

“Got it. Thanks, Uncle Damon,” Nyla replied, her voice imbued with gratitude. She felt a flicker of warmth at his concern, even amidst the chaos surrounding them.

Damon waved off her thanks with a dismissive gesture. “There’s no need for that. Though it might not be the most opportune moment to mention it, happy birthday,” he added, a hint of a smile breaking through his serious demeanor.

Nyla’s heart skipped a beat, momentarily caught off guard by his words. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the moment settled heavily in her chest. If Valarie didn’t wake up, she might never celebrate another birthday again.

“Get some rest,” Damon insisted, his tone gentle yet firm.

“Okay,” Nyla agreed, her resolve wavering as fatigue tugged at her.

She retreated to her room, which mirrored the monochromatic palette of the living room—blacks, whites, and grays creating an atmosphere that felt both stark and serene. A delicate, pleasant fragrance hung in the air, one she couldn’t quite place but found oddly comforting.

After a refreshing shower, she settled into bed, expecting her mind to race with worries. However, the exhaustion enveloped her like a warm blanket, and soon she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, just moments after her eyes fluttered shut, a maid entered the room quietly, her footsteps barely making a sound. She approached the bedside table, lifted a small box of ointment, and slipped out as quietly as she had come.

The fragrant air that had once filled the room dissipated significantly in her absence, leaving behind a faint trace of what had been.

Meanwhile, in the study downstairs, Damon was immersed in a pile of documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. The maid knocked softly before entering, her demeanor respectful. “Mr. Sumner, I wanted to let you know that Ms. Jayston is already asleep.”

Damon looked up, nodding in acknowledgment. “Alright. You should get some rest as well,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of concern for her well-being.

“Yes, sir. But don’t stay up too late. Work is endless,” the maid reminded him, her tone laced with genuine care.

“I know,” Damon said, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though his gaze quickly returned to the documents before him.

Noticing his unwavering focus, the maid sighed softly, recognizing that her words had fallen on deaf ears, and she quietly exited the room.

As dawn broke, Nyla awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, glancing at the clock and realizing it was already past 8:00 a.m. A wave of surprise washed over her; she usually struggled to find rest away from the familiarity of home, yet here she had slept soundly.

After getting ready, she made her way downstairs, drawn by the enticing aroma of breakfast wafting through the air.

Damon was seated at the table, engrossed in the news on his tablet, the morning sun casting a warm glow around him.

“Good morning, Uncle Damon,” Nyla greeted, her voice brightening the room.

“Good morning,” he replied, looking up with a welcoming smile. “How did you sleep last night?”

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