Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 692

Nyla watched Damon's broad back, feeling warmth in the places where he had touched her. It was as if those spots were burning, sending heat through her body straight to her heart.

A few seconds later, she snapped out of it and carried the pasta outside.

When Damon emerged after washing the pan, he saw Nyla sitting at the dining table, staring down, seemingly lost in thought. He walked over and sat down across from her.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked.

Nyla looked up. The moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away. "I'm waiting for you. Let's eat together."

With that, she picked up her cutlery and shoved some pasta into her mouth.

"Be careful, it's hot!" Damon reminded her, but it was too late.

The moment the scalding pasta touched Nyla's tongue, she frowned in pain.

Feeling a sharp sting, she quickly spat the pasta out.

In the next instant, a cool hand grasped her chin.

Damon said, "Open your mouth."

Nyla instinctively complied, a refreshing pine scent enveloping her, surrounding her completely.

Damon stood beside her chair, their bodies close together.

Nyla felt herself tense up subconsciously, her hands slowly tightening on the table. Her heartbeat quickened as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.

Just when she thought her face was burning too, he suddenly released her chin.

"You've burned a blister on your tongue. I'll have someone bring over some oral gel," Damon said.

As he turned to leave, an inexplicable sense of loss welled up in Nyla.

Suppressing the sudden wave of emotions, she feigned calmness and said, "It's fine. It'll heal in a couple of days. I don't need any oral gel."

Damon glanced back at her with a frown. "You should use the oral gel so it heals quickly. You won't be able to eat pasta either. I'll have Lydia cook some soup for you."

"There's no need to go to so much trouble. I can cook it myself. It's getting late. Don't disturb Lydia," Nyla declined.

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