Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 97

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

**Chapter 97**

Nyla locked eyes with Clark, his icy stare sending a jolt through her. With a dismissive scoff, she seized the delicate flowers and the neatly packaged supplements from his grasp, her movements swift and decisive. In one fluid motion, she hurled them into the trash can, the sound of the items hitting the bottom echoing like a final farewell.

Spencer’s eyes widened in disbelief, morphing from shock to simmering anger as he processed her actions. “Ms. Jayston, how could you do that? Mr. Damon came all this way to see you, and you—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Damon had already turned on his heel, striding away with an air of chilling detachment, his presence so formidable it sent an involuntary shiver racing down Spencer’s spine.

Desperate to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Spencer hurried after Damon. “Mr. Sumner, are we really just going to walk away like this?” he called out, his voice laced with urgency.

The atmosphere felt unbearably tense, a heavy weight of humiliation pressing down on Nyla. After all, Damon had gone out of his way to help her on countless occasions, yet she had repaid his kindness with nothing but scorn.

“What do you expect me to do? Burst into the room and demand an explanation?” Damon shot back, his tone sharp and dismissive.

He wasn’t one to grovel, nor did he feel the need to chase after someone who clearly didn’t appreciate his efforts. There were plenty of women who would jump at the chance to be in his company; Nyla was not the only fish in the sea.

Feeling the palpable frost emanating from Damon’s gaze, Spencer sensed a chill creeping up from his feet, making him hesitate to utter another word. It was evident that Damon was in a foul mood, and the wisest course of action was to remain silent.

Back in the sterile confines of the hospital room, Nyla’s gaze was a fiery glare directed at Clark. “Are you satisfied now?” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

Clark’s smile remained, but it was slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring the moment. “Nyla, I assure you, I’m doing this for your own good. This will prevent any further advances from my uncle. Otherwise, you’ll be the one left picking up the pieces in the end.”

Nyla’s expression twisted into one of mockery. “For my own good, or merely to exert control over me? You know the answer to that question.”

“Nyla, why do you have to misunderstand me like this?” Clark implored, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone.

“I don’t want to see you. Just leave!” Nyla snapped back, her voice sharp as a whip.

Clark’s demeanor darkened, and he reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer, his eyes narrowing. “Nyla, I don’t appreciate this attitude of yours.”

With a fierce shake, she freed herself from his grip, her eyes blazing with disgust. “If you’re looking for someone soft and compliant, go find Jordyn. I never asked for you to be here in the first place.”

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