Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1138

"Rain boots?" Damon guessed.

"No," Nyla replied curtly.

"Galoshes?" Damon tried again.

Nyla didn't bother responding.

"Knee-high socks?" Damon ventured.

"No! They're torn socks! Didn't you see the little ripped parts I drew?" Nyla cried.

"I thought those were just wear and tear," Damon reasoned.

For a moment, Nyla doubted her artistic ability. Was she really that bad at drawing?

"Damon, be honest with me. Are my drawings really that abstract?" she asked.

Damon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not exactly. Some words are just harder to draw. Maybe try simpler ones next time."

Mason, unbothered, chimed in, "Daddy, stop sugarcoating it. Her drawings are abstract."

at him.

crossed his arms. "Fine. But I'm definitely not playing Pictionary

with her!" Damon

and Nyla were

want to play this game

getting late. Let's

and Mason

dinner, Nyla followed Damon into

the company? You seem distracted,"

at her, his gaze deep: "Nothing serious. Just tired. By the way, Alexander went to

you were

think it was important, so I didn't bring it up.

saved Buddy. He must've

fell silent for a moment before speaking. "I won't leave with him. To me,

all I needed

looked up at him and huffed, "What's that supposed to mean? Did you really think I'd leave

was worried you'd agree to go to Meristate out of a desire to see your mother," Damon

see her. She's never come back for me all these years. She

her into his arms, gently stroking her head. "You have

We're your family now. Don't let it

"Mm," Nyla hummed quietly.