Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216

When Damon arrived, Nyla was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly. Hearing the footsteps, she looked up toward the door. Her eyes were red and filled with helplessness and fear, like a frightened little rabbit.

“Uncle Damon, you’re here,” she called out,

Damon approached her and asked in a low voice, “Are

you hurt?”

Nyla shook her head. “I’m okay… I was at the bar with Valarie. I wasn’t home… When I came back, this is what I found…”

Damon frowned. “Have you called the police?”

“Yes, I did. They should be arriving soon,” she replied.

“Alright. You can’t stay here. I’ll have Spencer find you a new place,” Damon said.

“Can I stay with you for the next few days?” Nyla asked.

As soon as she finished speaking, the living room fell silent, so quiet that they could almost hear each other’s breathing.

Damon’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he spoke, each word deliberate. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

His direct gaze seemed to penetrate everything, making Nyla feel as if she had nowhere to hide. It was as though all her thoughts were exposed to him.

She forced herself to meet his gaze and nodded. “I do.”

Damon looked at her and chuckled. “I thought it would take you a while longer to make up your mind.”

He knew that Nyla was with him primarily to use him, but that was alright. There would come a day when she would fall in love with him.

Nyla pressed her lips together, about to speak, when footsteps came from the doorway–the police had arrived.

Aside from taking statements, Damon mostly handled the discussions with the police, while Nyla answered questions occasionally.

After the police left, Damon turned to Nyla. “I have to go to the office later. Do you want to come with me, or should I pick you up after work?”

“I need to clean up the house and prepare some clothes,” Nyla answered.

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Damon nodded. “Alright. I’ll arrange for someone to protect you. Call me if you need anything.”

His expression remained cool, but his gaze held a hint of warmth. It was like snow melting away, creating ripples in Nyla’s heart.

She turned her gaze away and nodded. “Okay.”

In the next moment, she found herself enveloped in a warm embrace.

Damon’s dry, warm hand stroked her head, his voice low and gentle. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Nyla stiffened for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his waist, closing her eyes and silently apologizing in her heart.

She didn’t want to use Damon, but being with him was her only way to confront the Sumners right now.

She felt too selfish and didn’t deserve Damon’s feelings.

Sensing her response, Damon tightened his hold slightly.

After a long moment, he finally released her. “I’ll come to pick you up later.”

His gaze was much warmer than before, causing Nyla’s face to flush slightly. She lowered her head and said, “Alright.”

Her shy and hesitant demeanor made Damon’s eyes darken a little. It took him several seconds to regain his composure. He suddenly understood why people kept their mistresses hidden in the palace in the olden days.

After Damon left, Nyla patted her flushed cheeks and calmed herself down to start tidying up the disheveled living room.

…

By the time Nyla finished organizing, it was already past 3:00 p.m. She brewed a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, absently tapping her fingers on the cup.

Since Clark had done this to her home, she needed to get back at him.

After thinking for a moment, she dialed a number for an entertainment news outlet.

By evening, a breaking news story had taken over the headlines of major entertainment publications:

[Shocking! Clark Sumner, former CEO of the Sumner Group, remarries his mistress

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