Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 128

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
by Sage Hunter Lane

**Chapter 128**

“I still haven’t had anything to eat,” Clark mentioned, a hint of hunger evident in his voice.

“Well, go wash your hands then. I’ll take care of the food,” Jordyn responded with a warm smile that lit up her face.

Throughout the evening, Jordyn filled the air with stories about her day, her laughter ringing like music in Clark’s ears. With each word she spoke, he felt his heart gradually leaning toward her, like a flower turning towards the sun.

Once, he thought he was anchored to Nyla with all his strength, but her constant coldness was like ice, slowly chipping away at those feelings, leaving him feeling adrift and confused.

Meanwhile, Nyla was preparing to step out for a walk after finishing her dinner when her phone rang, breaking the evening’s calm. It was Pete.

“Ms. Jayston, your husband’s men found me. They told me to keep my distance from Jordyn or they’d involve the police,” Pete informed her, his voice steady but laced with tension.

Since the unfortunate incident at Harris Pharmaceuticals, Pete had been keeping a watchful eye on Jordyn, aided by an assistant. However, that assistant had proven to be a rookie, and his inexperience had led to him being caught rather quickly.

“That’s alright. You don’t need to keep tabs on her anymore. I’ll arrange for your payment soon,” Nyla replied, her tone dismissive yet contemplative.

She had kept an eye on Jordyn not out of jealousy but to gather evidence of Clark’s supposed affair. Now, with her plans shifting, it seemed unnecessary. Once she secured the proof needed to put Cyrus behind bars, she was certain Clark would be furious enough to agree to a divorce.

After they ended the call, Nyla swiftly transferred the funds, her mind wandering back to the moment she had overheard Cyrus borrowing money from Damon in his study. A sense of urgency compelled her to check in with Pete about the investigation’s progress.

Though Pete didn’t reply right away, she was unfazed; she knew how wrapped up he could get in his work.

Suddenly, the door to her hospital room swung open, and Damon stepped inside, a food container in hand.

He looked impeccably composed in a crisp white shirt, a few buttons undone, exposing a glimpse of his tanned skin and collarbone. His tailored trousers hugged his long legs, giving him an almost ethereal quality, as if he had stepped out of a storybook.

Without pressing the matter further, Damon placed the soup back in the container. “Then you can have it later.”

An awkward silence engulfed the room, thick and heavy.

When Damon showed no signs of leaving, Nyla felt a surge of exasperation. “Uncle Damon, I really want to rest. It’s a bit inconvenient with you here,” she said, her voice strained.

Damon nodded, rising to his feet. “I’ll just sit on the sofa then. You can sleep, and if you need anything, just call me.”

Nyla was momentarily speechless. That wasn’t the solution she had in mind at all.

Grinding her teeth in annoyance, she finally said, “Uncle Damon, your presence here makes me uncomfortable. I would appreciate it if you could leave.”

Damon paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he regarded her. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Can I take that to mean you care about me? Is that why my presence makes you uneasy?”