Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Mason looked sadly at the barbecue rib that had fallen on the floor, his face filled with regret.

Nyla glanced toward the kitchen door and said coolly, "Buddy wants to eat the dishes I make. Mr. Sumner, you probably already had dinner, right?"

Damon's gaze hardened. Was Nyla implying that she didn't want him to have dinner with them? For some reason, that thought

made him feel uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, he replied coldly, "I've already eaten. I still have work to do, so I'll head back to the study."

Nyla nodded. “Okay."This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

As Damon turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Nyla gently serving Mason another piece of rib, both of them smiling.

Damon scowled, a heavy tension enveloping the entire living room.

Once Nyla heard Damon's footsteps fade away, she let out a sigh

of relief. She had genuinely feared he would say he hadn't eaten. She didn't want to have dinner with him, especially not to share her cooking.

After dinner, as Nyla prepared to take Mason upstairs, she received a call from Oliver.

“Nyla, I've just arrived in Saintornia. I just got off the plane and want to see you," Oliver said.

His voice sounded tired. He had been working nonstop for the past few days to sort things out for the company, hoping to come to Saintornia sooner.

Nyla checked the time and replied, "Sure, which hotel are you staying at? I'll come find you."

After hanging up, she handed Mason over to Lydia, asking her to help him wash up and get ready for bed. Then, she took a taxi to the hotel.

Damon was busy working in the study when he suddenly noticed headlights flashing at the villa entrance. He called out, "Maddie."

Maddie, who stood by the door, quickly opened it. "Mr. Sumner, what's wrong?"

"Who just left?" Damon asked.

"It was Ms. Kinsey. She received a phone call and left without even taking care of Mr. Mason," Maddie

answered.

Damon frowned, wondering what Nyla could be doing out at this hour.

After a moment's thought, he recalled how indifferent she had been toward him and pushed down the curiosity that stirred in his heart. Whatever she was doing was none of his business.

"Got it. You can go," Damon dismissed.

Upon seeing Damon's lack of

reaction to Nyla's failure to care for Mason, Maddie's eyes flickered with discontent as she pouted and left.

ye

Never mind-there would be plenty of opportunities in the future for her to complain to Damon about Nyla.

An hour later, Nyla arrived at the entrance of the luxurious Rolling Waves Hotel in the city.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted Oliver sitting in the lounge area. She paused for a moment before quickly walking over. Hearing Nyla's footsteps, Oliver, who had been texting her, looked up. His eyes brightened at the sight of

her.

"Nyla, you're here," he greeted.

"What are you doing waiting here?" Nyla asked.

Oliver smiled. "Well, since I'm staying at the hotel, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to come up."

Although he wouldn't do anything inappropriate with Nyla, he wanted to avoid any misunderstandings that could harm her reputation.

Nyla sat down across from him and

ne

took a closer look. "You've been really tired lately, haven't you? Are

swnov

you not getting enough

"I'm alright. It's just been a bit busy these past couple of days, but it's almos over. Otherwise, I wouldn't

had time to come see you,"

Oliver replied.

1

Nyla understood that he wouldn't be this exhausted if he hadn't rushed to come to Saintornia.

She felt a wave of emotion, and her eyes involuntarily misted up. "Oliver, thank you..."

Oliver took her hand and said softly, “Don't mention it. I understand, and I know what you want to do. I'll help you."

Erin hadn't expected to run into Nyla at the hotel while bringing a male model.

model.