Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 167

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 167**

As Clark’s gaze fell upon Cyrus, his expression morphed into a deeper scowl, the lines on his forehead etching a tale of discontent.

“Understood. I’ll head over immediately,” he announced, his voice resonating with a low, gravelly timbre that commanded attention.

Once Clark had exited, Cyrus turned to Nyla, a smile playing on his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes. “How did you manage to escape?” he inquired, his tone deceptively light, almost playful.

“Dad, what are you talking about? I don’t understand,” Nyla replied, her brow furrowing in confusion. Her features were a canvas of genuine bewilderment, as if she were grappling with a riddle she couldn’t decipher.

Cyrus’s sneer deepened, his eyes narrowing into icy slits. “You’d better truly not understand,” he warned, his voice dripping with menace. The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken tension.

As Cyrus turned on his heel and strode away, Nyla finally allowed her hands to unclench, releasing the pent-up tension that had caused her palms to throb. Though her expression remained stoic, a storm of emotions brewed beneath the surface.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere shifted, and Damon finally made his entrance. He had changed into a different ensemble, his hair still slightly damp, giving him an air of casual disarray. His complexion was pale, almost ghostly, and the sharp angles of his face radiated an aura as frigid as the Arctic.

Those who had contemplated approaching him quickly reconsidered, sensing the palpable chill that surrounded him. No one dared to risk provoking his ire.

Marie spotted him and immediately frowned, a hint of irritation flashing across her features. “Damon, where have you been? I had people searching for you everywhere,” she chided, her voice laced with concern.

“I was feeling a bit fatigued earlier and sought out a quiet place to gather my thoughts,” Damon replied, his tone steady and composed.

“The party is nearly over. Don’t wander off again. By the way, this is Ms. Chilton,” she gestured, her voice regaining its authoritative tone. “You’ve met her before.”

Damon’s gaze flickered toward the woman Marie indicated. She met his eyes with a shy, hesitant smile, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of rose before she quickly averted her gaze.

He turned away, his indifference palpable. “No impression,” he stated flatly, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

Ms. Chilton’s smile faltered, her hands twisting nervously in front of her as she absorbed his dismissal.

“Get to know her better, and you might just change your mind. See Ms. Chilton home this evening,” Marie instructed, her voice firm, as though issuing a command.

“I don’t have the time,” Damon replied, his refusal immediate and devoid of emotion, as if he were discussing the weather rather than a human connection.

Marie’s expression darkened, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Before she could voice her displeasure, Lara stood up abruptly, her expression shifting. “Mrs. Sumner, I just remembered I have something urgent to attend to. I’ll take my leave now,” she announced, her tone brisk and final.

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