Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 96

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

**Chapter 96**

“Eat your breakfast,” Clark commanded, his voice frigid, a clear indication of his frustration with Nyla’s apparent apathy.

Nyla glanced up from the untouched plate before her, her brow slightly furrowed. “I’m not hungry right now. I’ll eat later. You should really get back to work,” she replied, her tone casual, masking the tension that crackled in the air.

But Clark’s simmering anger, which had been bubbling beneath the surface since their earlier conversation, erupted like a volcano. He fixed her with a steely gaze, his voice dripping with accusation. “Are you truly not hungry, or do you just lose your appetite when I’m around?”

Nyla’s frown deepened as she met his gaze. “That’s not what I meant at all,” she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

“Oh, but that is exactly what you meant,” Clark shot back, his tone sharp. “When Grandma called you over last night, why did you feel the need to lie and say you were having dinner with colleagues?” His words were like daggers, piercing through the fragile facade of calm she had tried to maintain.

If he hadn’t sensed something amiss and reached out to Valarie, he might still be oblivious to the web of deceit Nyla had spun around him.

Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression betraying a calmness that belied the turmoil within. “I didn’t want you to worry about me,” she answered softly, though her heart raced with the weight of her unspoken truths.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Nyla,” Clark sneered, his disbelief palpable. “Are you genuinely concerned for my well-being, or are you simply afraid that I’ll drag my uncle down with me?”

Taking a deep breath, Nyla steeled herself, her eyes narrowing as she met his challenging stare. “Clark, can you please stop being so unreasonable?” she implored, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

“Unreasonable? Am I the one being unreasonable here, or are you the one hiding something?” Clark pressed, his tone unyielding as he leaned in closer, his grip firm as he caught her chin. “Nyla, if you harbor any feelings for my uncle, you need to extinguish them now. Do you honestly believe the Sumners would allow him to marry a divorced woman who was once married to his nephew?”

The proximity between them felt electric, and Nyla could see the mockery and disdain dancing in Clark’s eyes, as if he were reveling in her discomfort.

With a surge of revulsion, she pushed his hand away, her gaze icy and resolute. “Don’t worry about me. I know my place. I have no inappropriate thoughts about him!” she declared, her voice firm, though her insides churned with a mix of anger and frustration.

Clark’s chuckle echoed in the room, a sound that grated against her nerves. “Good to hear. But let me remind you, don’t play with fire,” he warned, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

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