Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 649

When Nyla regained consciousness, she found her hands and feet bound. She was lying on a bed, and Mason was nowhere to be seen.

From the room’s layout and decor, she realized she was in a bedroom. It felt strangely familiar.

Frowning in confusion, she barely had time to think before the door swung open, and a man in a suit walked in.

Nyla’s bewilderment turned to rage as she recognized him.

“Clark, you kidnapped me and Buddy? Where is he?! If anything happens to him, I swear I won’t let you off, and neither will Damon!” she thundered.

Clark narrowed his eyes and sat beside the bed, gazing at her with an unsettling affection. “Nyla, after so many years apart, we finally have the chance to talk. Let’s not bring up those party poopers.”

“Where is Buddy?!” Nyla demanded, her eyes blazing with anger and disgust. “I’m asking you, where is he?!

“Don’t worry. He’s safe–for now, at least,” Clark replied.

“Why are you doing this? Are you crazy?” Nyla questioned, her voice sharp.

Clark looked at her, his gaze disturbingly gentle. “Nyla, I didn’t mean to kidnap you. I just wanted a proper conversation, but you never gave me a chance. As for the child, we’ll have our own in the future.”

Nyla’s eyes widened in shock and fear. “Clark, what are you planning to do to Buddy? He’s not even five years old! If you want revenge, come at me! Don’t hurt him!”

In contrast to her frenzied emotions, Clark appeared calm.

He stroked her face and said gently, “Nyla, blame it on him being Damon’s son. Damon blocked my path to becoming the CEO of the Sumner Group, so if anything happens to Buddy, it’s Damon’s fault. If you want to hate someone, hate Damon.”

The icy touch of Clark’s fingers against her cheek sent a wave of revulsion through Nyla, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Desperation filled her heart as she looked at Clark pleadingly.

“Clark… Buddy is my child too! I carried him to full term and gave birth to him. Please, I’m begging you, don’t hurt him. If you leave him alone, I’ll do anything you want. Please!”

Clark smiled, leaning in closer and whispering in her ear, “Nyla, stop pretending. I know you too well. You’re just stalling for time. Besides, I told you–we’ll have our own child in the future.”

Despair flickered in Nyla’s eyes as she desperately tried to loosen the ropes binding her wrists.

She glared at Clark with disgust. “You said you loved me. Is this your love? Kidnapping me and Buddy, threatening to harm him? This twisted, disgusting love of yours is beyond sickening!”

Just like him, his love was rotten to the core.

Clark didn’t mind Nyla’s angry outbursts. After all, what he wanted was Nyla herself. As for love, that was

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something he could cultivate later.

“Nyla, you should conserve your strength. No matter what you say, I won’t change my mind. Once the situation in Saintornia is resolved, I’ll take you abroad to a place where no one can find us, and we can live together,” Clark declared.

Nyla looked at him mockingly. “I’d rather die right now than spend my life with someone like you!” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Clark’s expression darkened, his gaze turning icy. “Nyla, don’t try to provoke me. I can’t promise what I might do.”