Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 79

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

Nyla’s eyes widened in surprise, and without missing a beat, she blurted out, “Which bar are you at?” The urgency in her voice was unmistakable.

“The one on Tancy Street—the same place we visited last time. Are you planning to join us?” Valarie’s tone was cheerful, a stark contrast to Nyla’s swirling thoughts.

“Yes,” Nyla replied, her heart racing. She hung up the phone and quickly rummaged through her closet, changing into something more suitable for a night out.

As she slid behind the wheel of her car, doubt crept in. She hesitated, her mind racing with concerns. What if her appearance only added fuel to the fire? She couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps Damon had struck Clark because of her. If that was the case, showing up would only lead to further complications. But if it was due to some other reason, then her presence would be nothing short of awkward.

Nyla’s heart sank as she recalled their last encounter at the Sumner residence. The fallout had been messy, and she doubted Damon would lift a finger for her now.

Taking a deep breath, she felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her. After a moment of contemplation, she decided it was best not to go.

Just as she turned to return to her bedroom, her phone rang again, shattering the silence. It was Valarie. “Nyla, I made a mistake. Damon wasn’t trying to purge anything. He was actually defending Erin; there was a confrontation with Jordyn at the mall earlier,” she explained.

Nyla felt a bitter smile tug at her lips as she held the phone tightly. Thank goodness she hadn’t rushed over—she would have made a complete fool of herself.

“I see,” she said, her voice steady.

Valarie continued, her excitement evident. “But do you think there’s something going on between Damon and Erin? He seemed really protective of her.”

Nyla’s gaze dropped to the floor, her heart heavy with indifference. “Maybe. I really don’t know.”

“Anyway, it was satisfying to see Clark get punched. When are you coming over? I still need to grill you about moving back in. You can’t just brush me off like that,” Valarie insisted, her tone playful yet serious.

“I’m not coming over anymore. I’m just too tired today. Let’s catch up later,” Nyla said, cutting the conversation short before Valarie could protest.

As she ended the call, a wave of frustration washed over her. She forced herself to push thoughts of Damon from her mind. He and Erin were both single, and they seemed like a perfect match. A woman like Erin would fit him well.

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Meanwhile, in the bar’s private room, Erin sat with an ice pack in her hand, ready to tend to Damon’s injured hand. But as she reached out, he recoiled, his voice sharp and icy. “No, thanks. I can handle it myself.” It was as if the warmth he had shown during the altercation had vanished, replaced by a cold detachment.

Erin, having spent the last few days getting to know Damon, reluctantly handed him the ice pack, sensing his need for space.

“Mr. Damon, you were too impulsive. I was perfectly fine. It was Mr. Clark’s secretary who offended me. Hitting him was unnecessary,” she said, her voice firm yet gentle.

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