Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 70

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

A fleeting moment later, a glimmer of mockery danced in Damon’s eyes, a sharp contrast to the heavy atmosphere that surrounded them.

Nyla had been unequivocal in her stance—there was no affection for him, not even a flicker of interest. If he chose to persist in his pursuit, it would only serve to fuel his own fantasies, a futile endeavor on his part.

“I understand,” Damon replied, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of resignation.

Marie, who had been poised to continue her gentle prodding, froze momentarily, her expression shifting to one of suspicion. “You’re not concocting any mischief, are you?” she questioned, her brow furrowing slightly as she scrutinized him.

Damon remained silent, his thoughts swirling in a storm of contemplation.

Marie’s frown deepened as she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could voice her concerns, the sound of footsteps resonated from the entrance.

“Madam Summer, Ms. Hulle has arrived,” announced a voice, slicing through the tension in the room.

All heads turned towards the door as a young woman in her twenties stepped into the living room, her presence immediately commanding attention.

Erin Hulle, with her ethereal features, wore a light yellow spaghetti-strap dress that seemed to capture the sunlight filtering through the windows. Her hair, cropped short, framed her face and grazed her collarbones, accentuating her delicate neck. With minimal makeup that highlighted her natural beauty, she radiated an elegance that was impossible to overlook.

Even Nyla, who had encountered countless beautiful women in her life, felt a wave of admiration wash over her as she took in Erin’s striking appearance.

Marie’s face brightened, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she rose to greet the newcomer. “Erin, come sit beside me,” she beckoned warmly, her voice almost musical with delight.

With a gracious smile, Erin glided over to Marie’s side, her movements fluid and poised.

After exchanging pleasantries and engaging in light conversation, Marie’s delight in Erin was palpable. It was as if she were already envisioning the details of a potential engagement between Damon and Erin, her mind racing with possibilities.

Marie’s frown deepened at this sight, her maternal instincts kicking in as she nagged, “Damon, you can’t just focus on your own plate. Help Erin with some dishes; she can’t reach them.”

Damon’s brow furrowed, irritation bubbling beneath the surface, but as he turned to glance at Clark leaning close to Nyla, whispering something that coaxed a smile from her, a dark shadow crossed his features.

Suddenly, he turned back to Erin, an unexpected softness replacing his earlier indifference. “What would you like to have, Ms. Hulle?” he inquired, his voice low and almost gentle.

Though surprised by this sudden change in his demeanor, Erin masked her astonishment. “Anything is fine with me,” she replied, her tone light yet tinged with intrigue.

Nodding, Damon reached for the plate of fish that Clark had just handed to Nyla, placing it in front of Erin with a deliberate motion.

A hush fell over the dining room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged tension.