As soon as Nyla entered the villa, she saw Damon and Mason sitting on the living room floor, playing with building blocks.

Mason was quick, but Damon was even faster and wasn't going easy on his son. While Mason was only halfway done, Damon had already finished. "I win," Damon declared, his expression calm and tone flat.

However, if one looked closely, they might catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Mason pouted but said nothing.

Playing games with his father was no fun-he hadn't won a single round tonight. He sniffled, thinking it would be more enjoyable to play with his mother.

Noticing that Mason seemed upset, Damon raised an eyebrow and said, "You'll need a lot more practice if you want to beat me."

"Fine..." Mason replied reluctantly.

Suddenly, a soft laugh came from nearby.

Mason and Damon both turned to see Nyla standing by the sofa, smiling warmly at them.

a gray trench coat over a cream V-neck sweater and light jeans, paired with classic round-toed loafers. Her long hair flowed down, and she had on light makeup, looking so beautiful that it was hard to

catching Mason as

I missed you so much!" Mason exclaimed, hugging her neck and kissing her

Mason had been toward him during dinner, Damon felt a

found the

but now he was getting schooled by his own father. She figured

you too! How was

turned away.

not calling him out. She looked up at Damon and said, "Mr. Sumner, I'll take

I drove,"

late. I'll feel better if I drive you home," Damon

about to refuse

from her

walked

the

figure, she sighed and followed

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