Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 41

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

Nyla stood in front of the door, her mind momentarily blank, as if time had paused just for her. The seconds stretched into eternity before an unexpected warmth blossomed in her heart, filling her with a sense of comfort she hadn’t anticipated. With a newfound resolve, she turned and approached the table nearby. There, nestled between a bowl of steaming mushroom soup and a small box of stomach medicine, was a note. Its crisp, precise handwriting was unmistakable—Damon’s.

“Take medicine on time, drink the soup while it’s hot,” the note instructed, its tone as cool as the letters themselves.

Despite the detached nature of his words, Nyla felt an unfamiliar warmth envelop her. It was a stark contrast to the coldness of his demeanor, but it spoke volumes about his care. Throughout her life, aside from her mother, no one had ever shown her such thoughtfulness, and it stirred something deep within her.

After washing up, Nyla took the medicine and soup dutifully, feeling the warmth of the soup seep into her being. She resolved to express her gratitude to Damon properly, determined to bridge the emotional gap that seemed to linger between them.

As she approached the door to the adjacent room, she inhaled deeply, steeling herself for the encounter. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door swung open unexpectedly, revealing Damon.

He stood there, looking fresh and invigorated, his damp hair hinting at a recent shower. Clad in a crisp white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he exuded a casual confidence. The fabric hugged his athletic build, accentuating his broad shoulders and strong chest. Nyla felt her cheeks flush slightly as water droplets glistened on his neck, a sight that momentarily distracted her.

“Damon… thank you,” she managed to say, her voice a bit hesitant. “For last night, and for the soup and medicine this morning…”

“There’s no need for thanks,” he replied, his tone as icy as ever. He barely met her gaze, his eyes focused elsewhere. “I just hope that next time you feel unwell, you’ll speak up sooner and not create unnecessary trouble for others.”

His indifferent response felt like a bucket of cold water, dousing the warmth that had begun to blossom in her heart. Nyla realized that he was still upset with her for her unprofessional behavior the day before, and for mistaking him for her mother that morning.

“I understand,” she replied quietly, her head lowering in shame. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Without offering further words, Damon simply nodded and turned to walk toward the elevator, leaving Nyla feeling even more disheartened. She could sense the disappointment radiating from him, intensifying her own feelings of inadequacy.

By nine o’clock, the group arrived punctually at Skyray Medical. Vice President Bill was already at the entrance, his smile wide and welcoming, a stark contrast to the tension that lingered between her and Damon.

“Mr. Damon, Miss Nyla, welcome!” Bill exclaimed enthusiastically, shaking their hands with vigor. “Today, we have arranged a visit to our medicinal material processing workshop and testing laboratory.”

Under Bill’s guidance, they first entered the expansive medicinal material washing and processing workshop. The space was bustling with activity, workers diligently cleaning various herbs and plants, the air rich with a faint, invigorating herbal scent.

“All our medicinal materials undergo rigorous cleaning and processing procedures,” Bill explained as he led them through the workshop. “We ensure that every batch meets the highest quality standards.”

Next, they moved to the production workshop, where they observed the meticulous processes of cutting, drying, and packaging. The professionalism and organization on display were impressive, instilling a sense of confidence in Nyla regarding their operations.

Finally, they arrived at the experimental testing laboratory, a modern facility brimming with advanced instruments and equipment.

“Miss Nyla, this is all yours,” Bill said with respect, gesturing toward the testing area. “We’ve prepared samples of various specifications for you.”

Nyla approached the experimental table, her demeanor shifting into one of focused professionalism. She began selecting the medicinal material samples for testing, her movements fluid and precise, each action executed with methodical care.

Carefully, she examined the appearance of the materials before weighing, grinding, and preparing the necessary reagents. Her concentration was palpable, her eyes locked onto the experiment at hand, oblivious to the world around her.

There was something captivating about Nyla’s dedication. Her professionalism and the intensity of her focus drew Damon’s gaze, and he found himself entranced by the way her slender fingers deftly manipulated the instruments.

He observed her holding the pipette, adjusting the microscope with a practiced ease. A few strands of hair slipped over her shoulder as she leaned in closer to read the measurements, and he felt an inexplicable admiration for her expertise.

After two hours, the test results were ready.

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