Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Hearing the annoyance in Nyla's voice, Damon chuckled and let her go. If he kept teasing her, she might actually get mad.

Nyla took a few steps back, smoothing her hair that had become tousled during their playful scuffle. She shot Damon an irritated look. "Alright, don't be mad. I might have to work late tonight, so I'll have the driver take you home first," Damon said.

Nyla frowned. "Your wounds need to be dressed. How late are you planning to work?"

"Not sure yet. As for the dressing, I'll have Spencer take care of it," he replied.

Nyla grew more frustrated due to Damon's casual demeanor, her face turning cold as she remained silent.

Damon sighed. "It's really nothing, just minor wounds. They'll heal in a few days."

"I'll come by after work to change your bandages, and then I'll head home," Nyla said.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, leaving no room for Damon to protest.

Watching her hurry away, Damon couldn't help but smile.

Meanwhile, Clark returned home with a dark expression.

Jordyn, sitting in the living room with an acai bowl, noticed his frown and put down her bowl. "What's wrong? Did Grandpa still refuse to let you back into the Sumner Group?" Clark sneered. "I expected that before I even went."

upset

as he took

of your business!" he

walked briskly toward the study, not wanting to

for Damon and his uncle's willingness to cut ties with Richard to be with her, the

the Sumner residence for three days, and she hadn't shown him the same

few days after their

about it, the darker his expression became. He was determined to make Nyla

contemplation,

have an old flame overseas? Find out where she is now and get me her contact information," Clark

hanging up, he set his phone down, his expression icy. Once that woman returned to

that it was almost time to start the afternoon's work, she decided

instead.

nap

her alarm. Noticing Nyla sitting

too long ago. Go wash your face. We'll

"Okay," Melody said.

Nyla began working,