Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 46

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

As Nyla’s radiant smile caught their attention, Damon and Spencer made their way toward her. Spencer, donning a polished, professional grin, took the lead in this unexpected encounter. “What a delightful coincidence, Miss Nyla. You’re dining here tonight as well?”

“Yes, I had made plans with a friend,” Nyla replied, nodding graciously, her eyes lingering on Damon for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of their shared history.

Spencer, acutely aware of the subtle tension in the air, quickly interjected, “What a coincidence indeed! Miss Nyla, I need to fetch the car. Would you mind keeping an eye on our boss? He’s indulged a bit tonight.”

Nyla glanced at Damon, noting the slight flush on his cheeks. Yet, his eyes remained clear, and his gait was steady—far from the state of someone who had overindulged. “But Damon looks…” she began, her voice trailing off in confusion.

“That’s just how he is,” Spencer cut in, eager to clarify. “Even when he’s had a few too many, he maintains that composure. But I really do worry about his safety if left alone.”

Recalling how Damon had once come to her rescue in Rontana City, Nyla felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. She couldn’t turn down the request. “Alright, go ahead and get the car. I’ll stay here with him.”

“Thank you so much!” Spencer replied, relief evident in his voice, before he hurried off into the night.

With Spencer gone, the parking lot felt oddly intimate, leaving only Nyla and Damon in the stillness. The gentle night breeze whispered around them, and the quiet was punctuated only by the distant hum of passing cars. An awkward silence settled between them, neither willing to break the spell.

After a few moments, Damon’s voice cut through the stillness, deep and resonant. “How are you feeling?”

His tone was rich, almost magnetic, and it carried a warmth that seemed to envelop the night. Nyla understood he was referring to the harrowing incident in Rontana City, a memory that still lingered like a shadow.

“I’m mostly recovered, thank you for asking,” she replied, her heart fluttering slightly. “And truly, I can’t express how grateful I am for what you did that day…”

Damon interrupted her, a hint of urgency in his voice. “You don’t need to thank me. It was my duty.”

Once again, silence wrapped around them, thick and palpable. Nyla felt a wave of discomfort wash over her, her gaze dropping to her shoes as she searched for words to ease the tension.

Unbeknownst to her, Damon’s eyes were subtly fixed on her. The soft glow of the dim yellow streetlight bathed her in a gentle hue, highlighting her silhouette and the delicate curve of her head as she looked down. There was an undeniable tenderness in that moment, an unspoken invitation for protection that lingered in the air.

What neither of them realized was that a photographer, driving by in a car not far away, had captured this poignant scene. In his lens, Nyla’s lowered head appeared serene, while Damon’s gentle gaze, as he turned slightly to look at her, radiated warmth under the soft lighting, as if he were a beacon of light in the night.

The following morning, Nyla was still lost in slumber when the shrill ring of her phone jolted her awake. Groggy and disoriented, she answered, only to be met with Clark’s furious voice, echoing through the receiver like a thunderclap.

“Nyla! What on earth is going on? Explain this to me!” Clark’s tone was explosive. “How did those photos of you and my uncle end up online?”

“What photos?” Nyla’s heart raced as she sat up, her mind scrambling to catch up.

“Are you seriously pretending you don’t know? Go check online!” Clark snapped, his anger palpable. “I want an explanation from you right now!”

With that, he hung up, leaving Nyla in a state of confusion. Just as she set her phone down, a barrage of messages from her friend Valarie flooded in:

“Nyla! You’re trending!” “Check out the photos online!” “Oh my god, Clark’s uncle is so handsome!” “Does he have a crush on you? Those eyes are so affectionate!” “When did you two get together? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Nyla’s heart raced as she opened her browser, her fingers trembling slightly. Soon, she stumbled upon the photo.

Damon’s eyes were icy as he responded, his expression unreadable. “Hmm, delete everything that can be deleted.”

His tone was calm, devoid of any emotional ripple.

Just as he finished, the office door swung open with a force that startled both men. Clark stormed in, his face pale with fury, clutching a printed photo like a weapon.

He slammed the photo down onto Damon’s desk with a resounding thud. “Uncle, how could you so blatantly stare at my wife? This is unacceptable!” Clark’s voice was laced with indignation.

Damon remained unfazed, his demeanor icy and commanding. He didn’t even glance at the photo, merely asking, “It’s just a photo based on speculation. Is it really worth this uproar?”

“Speculation?” Clark’s voice rose, refusing to back down. “Uncle, let me ask you directly—do you have feelings for Nyla?”

At this, Damon slowly raised his head, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. A cold smile crept onto his lips. “Whether I have feelings for anyone is not your concern.”

Though spoken lightly, the warning laced in his words sent a chill through the office, thickening the air with tension.

Clark, momentarily taken aback by Damon’s formidable presence, felt a shiver run down his spine. Yet, fueled by the online comments, he found the courage to continue, “If you don’t control your feelings, I will inform Grandpa and Grandma. They will handle this for me.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his coldness piercing. “Are you threatening me?”

The powerful Alpha aura emanating from Damon was palpable, causing Clark to instinctively step back. Yet, he pressed on, “Uncle, I’d never dare to threaten you. I’m merely reminding you that Nyla is not someone you can toy with!”