Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Seeing Nyla's sadness, Damon wanted to pull her into his arms. However, as soon as he touched her, she stepped back.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes as he noticed how she deliberately kept her distance.

"You should head home for now. I've asked Spencer to investigate, and I'll let you know when we have results," he said. "Alright," Nyla answered.

She walked out of Prospectus Technology and saw Gabriel standing by her car, clearly waiting for her. She quickly approached, her attitude as cold as ever. "Do you need something?" "Nyla, have you figured it out?" Gabriel asked.

Nyla looked up at him. "Figured out what?"

"Nothing," he replied.

His gentle facade only made Nyla feel more disgusted. He clearly despised her, yet continued to put on this act. She almost pitied him for how hard he tried.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," she said.

Gabriel nodded. "Alright."

As Nyla's car disappeared from sight, Gabriel finally looked away, got into his vehicle, and headed toward the police station.

...

dinner when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

has Spencer found anything?"

opened, Damon caught

you making dinner?" he

her lips together.

an eyebrow and smiled. "I haven't eaten yet. How about we talk over

clear, it would be rude for her to turn

stepping aside to let him in. She handed him a new pair of slippers and turned toward the

into the slippers, Damon followed her, curiosity

small, a two-bedroom rental. The kitchen was on the left as one entered, with the living room and dining area. straight ahead. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, flanked by the

wasn't large,

small vase with a few yellow roses sat on the coffee table, their buds just beginning to

a couple of

it all in before turning toward

slicing potatoes while a pot of chicken

rolled up his sleeves, and walked

but shook her head. "No need. I can

waiting for her to object, took the knife from her

work with more skill and precision than she had, Nyla