Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

The sounds of fireworks jolted Damon, who was lying in the flower bed, awake. He slowly sat up, his clothes in disarray and scratches scattered across his chest. A look of shock crossed his face.

He recalled seeing Nyla before losing consciousness and couldn't resist hugging and kissing her.

The memory made his expression darken. He quickly straightened his clothes and picked up his phone to call Nyla, but despite numerous attempts, his calls went unanswered.

His frustration mounting, Damon immediately contacted Spencer to find out Nyla's whereabouts. After ending the call, he hurried outside to the villa.

The driver, already stationed at the entrance, saw Damon approaching and quickly came over. "Sir, are we heading back now?" Damon didn't answer. His face was grim as he got into the car.

The driver, unsure of what was happening, hesitated to make any decisions without instructions and waited in the driver's seat. Damon stared intently at his phone, his expression serious. When Spencer's call came through, he answered immediately. "Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston is on her way back to the city. We're not sure of her exact destination," Spencer reported. "Understood. Share her location with me in real-time," Damon instructed.

After ending the call, Damon coldly directed, "Head to the city."

Nyla's rented apartment was relatively close, so she drove straight back home. Once there, she immediately took a shower.

After all, she reasoned, she was an adult and

Clark and thought it might be in her medicine cabinet. Finding the morning-after pills at the bottom of the cabinet,

as she began to relax,

the door and saw

you're inside.

pressed her lips together and, after a moment

with Nyla maintaining a calm demeanor while Damon appeared

what happened

from initial guilt to a more determined expression. He looked at

his words, Nyla

stands are quite common among adults. I don't need you to take responsibility,

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family, she felt it was best to maintain her distance. Moreover, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Damon furrowed his brow. "Nyla, but I want to take

pretend tonight never happened. Mr. Sumner, you