Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Clark shook his head. "How could that be? I just hope you understand that someone with nothing can be fearless." He turned and left after speaking.

Back in the car, Clark shook his sleeve, and a knife fell out, its blade glinting coldly.

He picked it up and sneered. If Damon hadn't agreed earlier, this knife would have been pressed against Nyla's neck.

He wouldn't have done that unless absolutely necessary, though. After all, Nyla was once his wife.

...

Only Nyla and Damon remained in the office.

The room fell into silence, with neither of them speaking.

Nyla took a deep breath and looked at Damon. "Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about this morning. I didn't expect him to show up and use me to threaten you." Damon frowned. "You don't need to apologize for what Clark did."

Her pale face clearly indicated Clark's actions had shaken her..

"I also caused you trouble, and I appreciate you saving me. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work now," Nyla added.

As she turned to leave, Damon's cold voice stopped her. "Wait!"

the door handle, her heart racing as she heard his

push Damon away, but her wrist was caught, and she was pressed against the

let

laughed bitterly at her distant gaze. "Try calling me 'Mr.

Her voice turned

finish, Damon's

away, his lips brushing against her

Damon clearly saw her resistance but still showed

him, her voice steady. "Damon, do

up with you and want nothing more to do with you, you still do whatever you want with me, and I have no choice

hurt, her tears swirled in her eyes, stubbornly

regret and pain, more intense

sorry,"

to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she pulled

you really felt sorry, you wouldn't keep bothering

sighed. He had intended to keep his distance for the next three months, but seeing Clark's hand on her waist earlier had nearly driven

realized he was truly in love

with her isn't real," he tried to

expression turned cynical. She coldly looked away. "Whether it's real or not doesn't concern