Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 130

Nyla widened her eyes and quickly asked, "Which bar are you at?”

"The one on Tancy Street, where we went before. Are you coming?" Valarie asked.

"Yes," Nyla answered, hung up, and hurriedly changed clothes to go out.

As Nyla started the car, she hesitated. She worried that showing up might escalate the situation, especially since she wasn't sure if Damon had hit Clark because of her. If it was for another reason, her presence would be pointless and embarrassing.

Nyla doubted Damon would do anything for her after their fallout at the Sumner residence.

After calming herself, Nyla'decided against going.

Just as she returned to her bedroom, her phone rang. It was Valarie. Nyla, I was wrong. Damon wasn't trying to purge. He was standing up for Erin, who had a conflict with Jordyn at the mall earlier." Nyla gripped her phone with a bitter smile. It was a good thing she hadn't rushed over-she would have made a fool of herself.

"I see," she replied.

Valarie continued. "But do you think Damon and Erin are dating? He seemed pretty protective of her."

Nyla looked down, her expression indifferent. "Maybe. I don't know."

need to grill you about moving back in. You can't just brush me off," Valarie said. "I'm

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down the phone, she forced herself to stop thinking about Damon. He and Erin were both single and well-matched. A woman like Erin seemed suitable for him. Meanwhile, Erin was in the bar's private room, holding an ice pack and intending to apply it to Damon's hand,

I can do it myself." His voice was cold, a stark contrast to the impulsiveness he had shown when hitting Clark. He seemed like a

sense of Damon's

I was fine, and it was Mr. Clark's secretary who offended me. It's unfair to hit

someone who acted on impulse. His actions felt more like a release of pent-up frustration than an act

expression remained cold. "He deserved it. He can't

in his words, Erin was about to probe further

Ms. Hulle, sorry I'm

set aside her questions and smiled at the newcomer.

11:00 p.m., Nyla was half-asleep when a knocking sound woke her.

apt

door without moving.

need to talk to you."

didn't move or change

Whatever you have to say, let's discuss

knocking grew more insistent. It was clear he wouldn't leave until

a deep breath and raised her voice. "Clark, if you keep knocking, I'll move