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."

glared at him. "Be

arms. "Fine. But I'm definitely not playing

play with her!" Damon

and Nyla

play this game anymore, either. She quickly

it's getting late. Let's

Damon and

Nyla followed Damon

is something going on at the company? You seem distracted," she

Just tired. By the way,

you

didn't think it was important,

had someone keeping tabs on him ever since he saved Buddy. He must've told you about

for a moment before speaking. "I won't leave with him. To me, he's just

all I needed

him and huffed, "What's that supposed to mean? Did you really

go to Meristate out

hesitated, then said quietly, don't want to see her. She's never come back for me

his arms, gently stroking her head. "You

We're your family now. Don't let

"Mm," Nyla hummed quietly.

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