Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

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.

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 look away. Damon's eyes darkened momentarily before he nonchalantly

catching Mason

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

Mason had been toward him during dinner,

found the

he was getting schooled by his own father. She figured that if she had arrived any later, she would have found a teary-eyed

you too! How was playing with Daddy?"

turned away.

him out. She looked up at Damon and said, "Mr.

need; I drove,"

better if I drive you home,"

about to refuse

from her arms,

walked over

for the door.

steady figure, she sighed and