Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 45

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

Clark felt a wave of relief wash over him as he absorbed Nyla’s words. As long as she remained oblivious to the fact that he and Jordyn had crossed a line in the office, everything was perfectly manageable.

He quickly adopted an expression of feigned innocence, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Nyla, you’ve got it all wrong. I blocked Jordyn ages ago. If she’s reaching out, it must be from a different number.”

Clark’s words flowed smoothly, each syllable crafted to sound as genuine as a child caught in a minor mischief. “I never agreed to dinner with her. I didn’t even respond to her texts. You should really trust me on this.”

Nyla felt a wave of disgust rise within her at his blatant dishonesty. How could he lie so effortlessly, his heart steady and his face devoid of any shame? It was as if he believed every word that left his lips. Yet, for the sake of her covert plan to gather evidence, she had to feign understanding, no matter how reluctantly.

“Perhaps I misunderstood,” she replied, her tone lacking conviction.

Noticing the slightest shift in Nyla’s demeanor, Clark seized the opportunity to steer the conversation toward her recent business trip. “By the way, about what happened in Rontana City, I feel terrible about it,” he said, his voice laced with a false sense of concern. “I’ve already arranged for people to keep an eye on you. I promise it won’t happen again.”

The hypocrisy of his statement ignited a fire within Nyla. She knew that his so-called “protection” was nothing more than a thinly veiled form of surveillance, a means to keep tabs on her every move, especially around Damon.

“Do you not feel any shame saying that?” Nyla retorted, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “When I was knocked unconscious and nearly assaulted, where were these so-called protectors of yours?”

Her eyes blazed with fury. “If Damon hadn’t shown up when he did, you might be looking at my lifeless body right now. Are they truly protecting me, or just watching me like a hawk?”

Clark was momentarily rendered speechless, his expression darkening as he processed her accusations.

“And what were you doing while I was in danger?” Nyla pressed, her voice sharp. “Were you busy with Jordyn?”

“Nyla, you…” Clark stammered, desperate to explain himself, but Nyla cut him off, refusing to let him twist the narrative.

Finally, Clark revealed his true intention, his tone taking on a commanding edge. “Regardless, I need you to keep your distance from Damon from now on.”

Nyla’s incredulity turned to laughter. “What? You’re too afraid to confront Damon, so you’re trying to impose rules on me?”

“This isn’t about fear…” Clark attempted to defend himself, but Nyla wasn’t having it.

“Is this not just victim-blaming?” she interrupted, her voice rising in intensity. “I faced danger at work, and a colleague saved me. Now you want me to distance myself from my savior? Clark, your reasoning is truly something to behold.”

With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turned toward the door, her back to him. “I’m done. Go home. Don’t bring up such absurd demands again.”

“Nyla!” Clark called out, desperation creeping into his voice as he tried to follow her.

“Get out,” Nyla commanded coldly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. “Right now.”

Faced with her unwavering resolve, Clark had no choice but to retreat, frustration etched on his face.

The weekend slipped by in a blur. When Monday arrived, Nyla walked into the office to find Lucia, who had been suspended, back at her desk. However, Lucia was a shadow of her former self, her arrogance replaced by an uncharacteristic humility. She merely nodded at Nyla, avoiding any confrontation or trouble.

It seemed the recent incident had imparted a harsh lesson on her.

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