Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 178

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

**Chapter 178**

Nyla’s voice was a soothing melody, yet it carried an unwavering strength that resonated in the air.

Damon, well-acquainted with her determined spirit, recognized that once she had made a decision, no amount of persuasion could sway her. Hence, he chose not to probe further into the matter, respecting the resolve that shone in her eyes.

As they approached the entrance of the restaurant, the atmosphere shifted when they encountered Clark and Jordyn. The moment Clark’s gaze fell upon Nyla and Damon together, a chill swept over his features, transforming his demeanor into one of icy hostility.

“Uncle Damon, why are you here alone with Nyla?” Clark’s voice dripped with disdain, each word carefully crafted to convey his disapproval.

Damon met his glare with an unyielding stare. “I assisted her with something important, and in return, she’s graciously treating me to dinner. Is that a problem for you? Or are you merely eager to feed the tabloids with more sensational gossip? Perhaps you’re hoping to provide the paparazzi with more evidence of your little affair?” he shot back, his tone sharp and unrelenting.

Clark sneered, the corners of his mouth twisting in contempt. This restaurant was renowned for its exclusivity, a sanctuary for the affluent and influential. The thought of paparazzi intruding upon such a sacred space was laughable.

“Since fate has brought us together, why don’t we all share a meal?” Clark proposed, his voice laced with a false congeniality.

Damon’s eyes narrowed, a frosty glare directed at him. “Only you would think it appropriate to seat your pregnant mistress alongside your wife. Truly, that takes a special kind of audacity.”

The darkness in Clark’s expression deepened, revealing the frustration simmering beneath the surface. He would not have suggested this arrangement if he weren’t so desperate to keep Nyla and Damon from enjoying a moment of solitude together.

Before he could utter another word, Jordyn interjected, her voice cutting through the tension.

“Ms. Jayston, I would be more than happy to join you for dinner. After all, I’m not as small-minded as some,” she asserted, her tone dripping with faux politeness.

Nyla hadn’t planned on engaging with Jordyn, but the invitation to trouble was too tempting to ignore.

“And what gives you the right to lecture me on pettiness? Is it your shamelessness that qualifies you?” Nyla retorted, her voice steady and unyielding.

Jordyn’s complexion drained of color, her icy glare directed at Nyla, a silent battle of wills igniting between them.

Nyla wore a stunning white dress that flowed elegantly around her, her long hair pulled back to reveal her delicate features. Standing beside the impeccably tailored Damon, they resembled a couple straight out of a storybook—an enchanting pair, perfectly in sync.

The sight struck Clark like a dagger to the heart. With a swift stride, he moved to block their path, irritation etched across his face.

“I’ll take you home,” he declared, his voice firm and uncompromising.

“That’s not necessary. I’m going with Uncle Damon,” Nyla replied, her tone calm yet resolute.

Clark’s anger surged, bubbling beneath the surface like molten lava ready to erupt.

“Nyla, don’t forget—you’re still my wife!” he snapped, the words laced with desperation and authority.

Nyla chuckled softly, her expression unwavering, her eyes piercing through his facade.

“And I fail to recall any law stating that just because you’re my husband, I must obey every command you give,” she retorted, her voice steady and filled with conviction.