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."

coming over? I still need to grill you about moving back in. You can't just brush me off," Valarie said. "I'm not coming over anymore. I'm tired today. Let's talk later," Nyla said and hurriedly ended the

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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,

voice was cold, a stark contrast to the impulsiveness he had shown

Erin had gotten a sense of Damon's personality and

it was Mr. Clark's secretary who offended me. It's unfair to hit

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 event control his own

his words, Erin was about to probe further when the private room door

Hulle, sorry

aside her questions and smiled at the newcomer. "We were early. Please, have

half-asleep when a knocking sound woke her. She frowned, turned

apt

door without moving.

to talk to you." Clark's

move or change her

have to say, let's

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

"Clark, if you keep knocking, I'll move back to