Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 58

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

“Do as you like,” Damon remarked, his tone casual yet layered with an unspoken weight.

“Okay. Uncle Damon, you’re deeply engrossed in your work. If you don’t absolutely have to, please don’t bother coming to see me,” Nyla replied, her voice steady, though a hint of concern flickered in her eyes.

Damon arched an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as it settled on Nyla. “Is this how you express gratitude to someone who pulled you back from the brink?” he questioned, a mixture of disbelief and amusement dancing in his voice.

Nyla lifted her gaze to meet his, her expression thoughtful. “It’s precisely because you saved my life that I feel I should be even more appreciative. I don’t want to impose on your time when I know how busy you are, Uncle Damon.” Her words were sincere, but a part of her felt the weight of their relationship, the title of ‘Uncle’ hanging between them like an invisible thread.

Noticing her insistence on addressing him as “Uncle Damon,” a constant reminder of their familial ties, Damon leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them.

Startled by the sudden proximity of his face, Nyla recoiled instinctively, as if she were trying to evade a contagious illness.

Just as Damon opened his mouth to respond, the door swung open with a creak, and Clark’s voice boomed through the threshold. “Nyla—” He halted abruptly, his eyes widening as they landed on Damon.

From Clark’s vantage point, it appeared as though Damon was leaning in to kiss Nyla, a thought that ignited a fierce protectiveness within him.

His expression hardened, the warmth of the room replaced by an icy tension as he strode purposefully to the bedside, his glare fixed on Damon. “Uncle Damon, I’ve told you time and again to keep your distance from Nyla!” he barked, his voice low and threatening.

Damon’s demeanor remained unflinching, his eyes so frigid they could chill the air around them.

Clark met his gaze with unwavering defiance. Nyla was his wife, and he couldn’t comprehend why Damon would dare to show such interest in her.

Feeling the atmosphere grow colder, Nyla furrowed her brow in annoyance. “If you two are going to argue, please take it outside. I need to rest,” she interjected, her tone firm yet weary.

As soon as the words left her lips, both men turned their attention to her, and the palpable tension in the room dissipated as if it had never existed.

“Rest well. I’ll check in on you tomorrow,” Damon said, his voice softening slightly, but the underlying chill remained.

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