Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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By the time Oliver arrived at Nyla’s house, it was already past 7:00 p.m.

When the doorbell rang, Nyla was helping Mason practice his writing. Upon opening the door to find Oliver, her eyes lit up with surprise. “You’re back!”

“Yeah, I brought a gift for Buddy,” Oliver replied.

Nyla accepted the gift, a smile spreading across her face. “He was just saying a few days ago that he wanted this toy. I can’t believe you got it for him tod

“This shows that Buddy and I are in sync,” Oliver said, his warm gaze on Nýfa enough to melt ice.

Feeling a bit flustered under his gaze, Nyla looked away awkwardly. “Have you eaten yet?”

Oliver shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Then sit down and play with Buddy for a bit. I don’t have much food left, but I can make you some egg and cheese toast.”

Oliver nodded. “Sounds good.”

After handing the gift to Mason, Nyla went into the kitchen.

Mason hugged the toy, which was nearly as tall as he was, his little face flushed with excitement. “Thank you, Uncle Oliver!”

Oliver patted his head. “You’re welcome! By the way, your mom still doesn’t know about the tablet I got you last time, does she?”

Mason shook his head, a guilty look flashing in his eyes. “No, I haven’t told Mom yet.”

After seeing that man the other day, he had overheard the man’s name while Nyla had been on the phone with Caroline.

Curiosity had led him to sneak a look online with the tablet. After comparing photos, he was convinced they looked almost identical and suspected that Damon was his biological father.

Mason was planning to meet Damon soon, but he still preferred Oliver.

“Just make sure you don’t fall behind in your studies because of the tablet, or your mom will be really mad. We might both end up at her mercy!” Oliver reminded him.

“Okay, I get it,” Mason replied.

When Nyla brought the toast out from the kitchen, she found Mason and Oliver huddled together, whispering about something.

She couldn’t help but smile and gently called out, “Oliver, food is ready.”

“Coming!” Oliver responded. He washed his hands and sat down at the table with a smile. “It smells so good. It must taste amazing!” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Dig in!” Nyla replied, sitting across from him and pushing her homemade pickled sauerkraut toward him.

Even though Oliver was clearly hungry, he ate with elegant grace.

About ten minutes later, after finishing his last bite, he swallowed with a longing look. “Delicious!”

“I’m glad you liked it, but don’t overdo it at dinner,” Nyla advised.

As she stood up to clear the dishes, Oliver was already one step ahead, picking up his plate and heading toward the kitchen.

“I’ll handle it. You did all the cooking, so it’s only fair I help out,” he insisted.

Knowing his stubbornness, Nyla didn’t argue. Instead, she wiped the table with a cloth.

Once Oliver had washed the dishes, he walked out of the kitchen to find that Nyla had already prepared tea for him.

His gaze softened as he sat down across from her.

“This is the limited–edition coffee Caroline brought from home. Let me know how it is,” Nyla offered.

Oliver lifted his cup, taking a gentle sip before smiling. Very fragrant.”

Looking through the rising steam, he fixed his eyes on Nyla. “Nyla, about what I mentioned before I left- have you thought it over?”