Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 17

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If Clark had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first place. Hanging up, he glanced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking toward the garage.

As Damon approached his car at the villa entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression.

“What’s wrong?”

Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, “Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself…”

Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found Nyla looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done something reprehensible to her.

Damon slammed the car door shut and demanded coldly, “What’s going on?”

“L… I don’t know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the villa and said she wanted you to give her a ride…”

“And you let her get in?”

Damon’s irritation was palpable. He had come here today to warn Clark as compensation for the night he almost lay his hand on Nyla. From the moment he stepped out of the villa, he wanted nothing more to do with her.

Sensing Damon’s displeasure, Spencer involuntarily shrank back and lowered his head. “Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Nyla was Damon’s niece–in–law, he wouldn’t have dared to let her into the car.

there’s a next time, you’ll

Should I ask

of my car in disarray, I won’t

should have locked the car when he

get in the car

jacket and threw it

Nyla feared that Damon would kick her out of the car. They had only met a few times,

to kick her out, the car door suddenly swung open, and a coat

all light, but Damon’s voice

“Put it on.”

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pine mingled with a hint of tobacco drifted to her nose. She bit her lip, reached up to take the coat off

this was the first time she had worn another ihan’s clothes, especially

next moment, Damon got into the car, calmly instructing the

of Clark’s car passing by, causing her heart to skip a beat. It wasn’t until Clark’s car disappeared from view that she breathed a sigh

thank you for today. Please drop me off

do you think the taxi drivers will make of you in your current

had forgotten to change her clothes. It was true–she wasn’t presentable for hailing a

drop me off at

“Mm.”