Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

The delicate feel of Nyla's skin against Damon's hand darkened his gaze.

Nyla's eyes were closed. Under the soft light above her, her curled lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, like a butterfly poised to take flight.

Damon gazed at her serene, sleeping face, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.

He wasn't going to give up that easily. Even if she pushed him away a thousand times, he would keep trying until she was ready to start over with him.

A server approached with their dishes, surprised to see Nyla asleep. "Sir, should we bring the food out now, or..."

"There's no need. Just bring me the bill," Damon replied.

The server hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded. "Alright. I'll get that for you right away."

After settling the bill, Damon gently picked up Nyla and left the restaurant.

When Nyla woke up again, she found herself in a bedroom. She sat up abruptly, eyes wide in shock. Only after noticing she was wearing pajamas did she finally relax. Wasn't she having dinner with Damon? How did she end up there? Was it all just a dream?

phone and saw the date: the 14th. She had invited Damon to dinner the night before, meaning last night

she had no memory of what had happened

over to ask, "Valarie, how did I get back last night?" Valarie looked up at her with

last

on Damon. He was the one who brought you back and

exclaimed, incredulous. "I threw up on him? I

two bottles of red wine-how could she get drunk after just half

Seeing Nyla's distress, Valarie

changed you into pajamas. But why did you get drunk at your own dinner with

relief. At least she hadn't

just half a bottle, I lost consciousness so quickly." Valarie eyed her knowingly despite Nyla's confusion. "Did you mix up the wine labels? They have similar names, but the alcohol content

labels when drinking with friends. She

server recommended a wine, she instinctively thought

"Maybe..." she murmured.

when she had planned to treat

Seeing her frustration, Valarie