Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 5

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

As Damon readied himself to depart from the manor, he cast a fleeting glance out of the car window. The relentless rain blurred the world beyond, but through the curtain of droplets, he spotted Nyla. She was huddled against the cold, unyielding stone wall near the gate, her figure almost ghostly in the dim light.

Her dress was completely drenched, the fabric clinging to her form, accentuating her curves in a way that felt both vulnerable and striking. Strands of her long hair hung limply around her face, framing her features and giving her an air of fragility, as if she were a lost soul waiting for rescue.

Damon’s heart sank as he pieced together the situation. He knew Marie and Anne all too well; their personalities were as predictable as the rain itself. They would never extend a gesture of kindness towards the niece-in-law they had always held in disdain, especially not in such inclement weather.

He turned to his assistant Spencer, who occupied the passenger seat, his expression a mixture of concern and urgency. “Get out and hold an umbrella for her,” Damon commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Spencer, always quick to respond to his boss’s directives, snatched the black umbrella from the floor and stepped into the downpour. He hurried towards Nyla, while Damon rolled down his window, the sound of the rain pelting against the car becoming a backdrop to the unfolding scene.

“Get in,” Damon said, his voice cutting through the air with its usual cold authority. “I’ll take you home.”

Nyla looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized Damon. Instinctively, she took a step back, shaking her head in protest. “Uncle Damon, it’s okay. The rain will stop soon. I can wait,” she insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

Memories of Clark’s warnings echoed in her mind. He had cautioned her about the dangers that Damon posed, urging her to maintain her distance. She felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach at the thought of provoking trouble, especially on a night like this.

Damon’s brow furrowed as he witnessed her retreat. Her avoidance stung, and his voice deepened with authority. “Get in the car. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The sheer force of his dominance was palpable, rendering her resolve almost nonexistent. Nyla felt the weight of his gaze, intense and unwavering, and it made her heart race with a mix of fear and something else entirely.

Before she could muster a response, Spencer arrived at her side, the umbrella shielding them from the relentless rain. He gently took her damp clutch from her trembling hands, his demeanor calm and reassuring.

“Ms. Nyla, please get in the car,” Spencer urged kindly. “This rain is going to last for at least another hour. It’s quite windy out here, and you’re not dressed warmly enough. You might catch pneumonia.”

His tone was imbued with genuine concern, and Nyla glanced up at the ominous storm clouds above before looking down at her soaked dress. Water dripped from her hair, and a shiver coursed through her body, making her teeth chatter.

Finally, with a reluctant bite of her lip, she opened the car door and slipped inside, grateful for the warmth that enveloped her.

The interior of the Rolls-Royce was a cocoon of luxury, with soft leather seats that beckoned her to relax. The faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the chill she had just escaped. Nyla immediately felt the temperature shift, a welcome relief from the cold rain.

Damon’s gaze flickered to her wet dress, which now clung even more closely to her body, the fabric nearly transparent in places. He felt an involuntary tightening in his throat, a reaction he couldn’t quite suppress.

Without uttering a word, he removed his dark gray suit jacket and tossed it toward her. The jacket landed softly in her lap.

“Thank you,” Nyla murmured, quickly wrapping the jacket around her shoulders. It was still warm from his body heat and carried his cologne’s scent, which was surprisingly comforting amidst her discomfort. “I’ll have it cleaned and return it to you.”