Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 161

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 161**

**CONTENT: Chapter 161**

Impatience hung thick in the air like an uninvited guest, and Nyla could feel it prickling at her skin.

After casting aside the first dress in frustration, she rummaged through the closet and discovered a stunning white V-neck slit dress that seemed to call to her. Slipping it on, she felt an immediate transformation—the fabric hugged her curves perfectly. With a decisive flick, she removed the hair tie, allowing her chestnut locks to tumble gracefully down her shoulders. The soft strands glimmered under the light as she straightened them with a flat iron, each pass of the iron adding a sleekness that made her feel more confident. She took a moment to apply a touch of makeup, enhancing her features with a light touch that gave her an ethereal glow. Five minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror, satisfied and ready to face the world outside.

Just as she settled into the car and reached for her seatbelt, Clark’s deep voice cut through the air like a knife. “Why aren’t you wearing the dress I had prepared for you?” The question hung there, heavy with expectation.

Nyla turned to him, raising an eyebrow and allowing a cold edge to creep into her voice. “That dress isn’t my size.” The words slipped out sharper than she intended, but she couldn’t help it.

Clark, ever the keen observer, caught the nuance in her tone. His expression shifted, darkening as he processed her words. “I’ll look into this,” he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and frustration.

A slight smile tugged at Nyla’s lips, a flicker of warmth breaking through her earlier resolve. “Let’s go to the party first,” she suggested, her tone softening just a little.

Nyla’s small and delicate face was framed perfectly by her long, flowing hair, which danced like silk with every movement. In that white dress, she resembled a gardenia—radiant and intoxicatingly beautiful, drawing the eyes of anyone who dared to look her way.

Clark’s gaze lingered on her, filled with a deeper intensity that spoke volumes. He was acutely aware of the trust that hung between them, or rather the lack thereof. With a resigned sigh, he turned his attention back to the road, the car purring to life beneath his command.

…

As they pulled up to the Sumner residence, the black Cayenne glided to a stop amidst a sea of luxury vehicles. The opulence surrounding the place was overwhelming, a testament to the wealth of the Sumner Group and Prospectus Technology—two titans of industry in the city. Tonight, the birthday party was a magnet for the elite, drawing in those who thrived on connections and social standing.

Once Clark and Nyla stepped out of the car, he retrieved the carefully wrapped gift from the trunk, handing it to a maid waiting at the entrance with a polite nod.

They strolled through the meticulously manicured garden, the scent of blooming flowers wafting through the air, before finally entering the main hall.

Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with lively chatter and bursts of laughter that echoed off the walls. Prominent figures, the kind usually confined to the screen, mingled effortlessly, while the high society ladies exchanged polite smiles and whispered gossip. Each smile seemed to mask a layer of insincerity, a façade that Nyla had come to recognize all too well.

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