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?

Damon

had no memory of what had happened after a few glasses

downstairs and saw Valarie sitting on the couch, flipping through some documents. She rushed over to ask, "Valarie, how did I get back last night?"

Was I drunk last

Nyla's confusion. "You actually threw up on Damon. He was the

Nyla exclaimed, incredulous. "I threw up on

red wine-how could she get

Seeing Nyla's distress, Valarie

You fell asleep after getting drunk. I changed you into pajamas. But

relief. At least she hadn't vomited

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

drinking with friends. She usually remembered only the

thought

"Maybe..." she murmured.

how she had gotten drunk in front of Damon, when she had planned to treat him, Nyla

Seeing her frustration, Valarie