Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 27

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

The taxi ambled away from the police station, its tires crunching softly against the gravel. Nyla, seated in the back, cast a glance into the rearview mirror. There stood Clark, his expression as dark and brooding as the storm clouds gathering in the sky above.

Her phone erupted with a flurry of notifications, each one a call from Clark, relentless and insistent.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Nyla swiped to block his number. The cacophony of her phone ceased, and she sank back into the seat, a wave of tranquility washing over her. The tension that had gripped her moments before began to dissipate.

At the entrance of the police station, Clark stood frozen, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. A shadow crossed his face as he realized that his calls to Nyla were falling on deaf ears.

He considered rushing after her, but just then, his phone buzzed to life. It was his mother, Cindy.

“Clark,” her voice sliced through the air with an unmistakable authority, “where are you right now?”

“Mom, I’m at the police station,” Clark replied, his voice strained as he fought to suppress his mounting frustration.

“Good. You need to get Jordyn home safely, immediately. She just called me, and she’s in trouble,” Mrs. Summer commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is serious, Clark. You cannot let anything go wrong.”

Clark’s gaze drifted to the spot where the taxi had vanished, a reluctant sigh escaping his lips. “Alright, Mom,” he relented, his heart heavy with the weight of obligation.

After ending the call, Clark turned and made his way back into the police station. There, in the waiting area, Jordyn sat, her eyes swollen and red, a picture of distress. As soon as she saw Clark, she sprang to her feet, her movements tentative as she approached him.

“Clark, you’re back,” she said, her voice quivering with unshed tears. “I was so scared just now.”

She grasped his arm and leaned against him, shedding the bravado she had exhibited in front of Nyla. In that moment, Clark felt the warmth of her body, but an undercurrent of anxiety surged within him. Nyla’s icy gaze haunted him, and the echo of her words lingered, stirring a tumult of emotions in his chest.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you home,” Clark said, his voice a touch rigid, betraying the turmoil beneath the surface.

As they drove, Jordyn studied Clark’s expression, acutely aware of the storm brewing within him. She sensed his irritation from the earlier encounter and felt compelled to lighten the mood somehow.

When the car reached a quieter stretch of road, Jordyn suddenly unfastened her seatbelt, inching closer to him.

“Clark, are you still mad at me?” she asked, her voice dripping with charm and seduction.

Before he could respond, Jordyn leaned in, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. Her lips found their target, and Clark’s body reacted instinctively, even as his mind screamed for him to stop.

“Jordyn, what are you doing?” he stammered, his voice shaky, yet his body betrayed him, responding to her every move.

Jordyn remained silent, her focus solely on him, intensifying her efforts to please. The car swayed slightly on the road, and Clark felt himself slipping deeper into a haze of desire, his rational thoughts fading into the background.

“Forget it,” he interrupted curtly. “Don’t do that again.”

With that, the call ended, leaving Nyla staring at her phone in disbelief.

In his office, Damon’s annoyance lingered as he glanced at the elegant suit box resting on the table. Spencer, his assistant, eyed the box cautiously. “Boss, are you sure you don’t want these suits? They’re top-notch, custom-made, and worth a fortune.”

Damon felt a flicker of irritation. He didn’t appreciate Nyla’s attempt to avoid feeling indebted to him. He considered tossing the box into the trash but hesitated, memories of Nyla’s stubbornness after her injury flooding his mind. His emotions grew tangled.

“Let’s just set it aside for now,” he finally decided, his voice heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Spencer keenly observed the shift in his boss’s demeanor, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind about the nature of their relationship.

Later that morning, Nyla returned to work at Park Pharmaceuticals. As she settled into her desk, sorting through documents, her colleague Sasha approached, concern etched across her face.

“Nyla, how’s your hand? Is it still hurting?” Sasha inquired, genuine worry in her tone.

“Much better, thanks for asking,” Nyla replied, offering a grateful smile.

Sasha leaned in closer, her gaze piercing as she studied Nyla intently. “By the way, when the lab exploded yesterday, I noticed everyone was panicking and running for the exits, but Mr. Summer just took off his coat and dashed toward you. Does he have feelings for you?”