Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"I don't want to hear it!" Valarie shouted. "I thought we were best friends, but you treated me like this."

Seeing Nyla alive and well in front of her was initially exciting.

However, as the reality sank in-that Nyla had hidden the truth from her for five years, causing her so much pain- a wave of disappointment washed over her.

She realized she had been the only one suffering all this time while Nyla was alive and well, even back with Damon.

Valarie felt like a joke. Nyla was already with Damon, and here she was, foolishly seeking justice for

her. Not wanting to look at Nyla any longer, Valarie turned and quickly walked to her car.

Once inside, she slammed the gas pedal and sped away.

Brandon hurriedly jumped into his car to chase after her.

Nyla bit her lip, instinctively glancing at Damon, who had remained silent. To her surprise, she noticed a red handprint on his cheek.

Upon realizing it was from Valarie, guilt flashed in Nyla's eyes. "Mr. Sumner, I'm so sorry... I didn't know Valarie would hit you."

Damon's face was icy as he retorted, "Do you think saying 'I'm sorry' is enough for me to let her go?" Nyla's heart lurched as she tried to explain, "Mr. and lost her composure. Please, be the bigger person, and don't hold this against her.”

It was her fault for keeping her survival a secret from Valarie. If Valarie became a target of Damon's anger because of this, Nyla would never forgive herself.

Upon meeting Nyla's pleading gaze, Damon's expression shifted slightly. He turned away, coldly stating, " Being emotional isn't an excuse for hitting s

Nyla quickly replied, "This started because of me. If you want to take it out on someone, then it should be

1. me.

Damon studied her intently. "You think I wouldn't?" 1

Nyla knew he would be displeased. Asking for leniency on Valarie's behalf might only make him angrier.

After a moment's hesitation, she said softly, "Mr. Sumner, let's go back for now. I can help you with the swelling on your face."

Damon frowned as if considering refusing. But as he met Nyla's determined gaze, he let out a cold snort." Do whatever you want."C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

He turned and walked toward the villa.

Nyla quickly followed.

Once inside the living room, she retrieved an ice pack from the fridge and wrapped it in a towel before approaching Damon.

"Mr. Sumner, please have a seat," she said.

Damon sat down, his expression still dark.

Nyla held the ice pack close to his cheek, cautioning, "It might be a little cold, so please bear with it."

Her hands trembled slightly, feeling the chill emanating from Damon.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sumner. It's all my fault for causing you trouble," she apologized.

As Nyla leaned closer, Damon

caught a hint of her after-shower fragrance, and his gaze darkened further. He lowered his eyes, only to be taken by surprise.

The neckline of Nyla's nightgown dipped low, revealing a subtle hint of her collarbone and chest. A wave of heat stirred in his stomach, and he felt his ears warm involuntarily.

He quickly averted his gaze, but the image lingered in his mind.

Silence settled between them, growing heavier by the moment.

Just as Nyla thought he wouldn't respond, Damon spoke. "This better not happen again."

Nyla nodded vigorously. "I promise it won't."

After tending to his injury, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Mr. Sumner please avoid touching the area and

stick to light meals for the next few days."