Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702

Looking at Nyla’s stubborn expression, Damon couldn’t help but smile, a hint of affection in his eyes.

“Alright, I must have misread the situation,” he played along.

Surprised at his accommodating tone, Nyla felt a sweet flutter in her heart.

“Okay, I’m going to take a shower. If there’s nothing else, I’m closing the door now,” she said.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I’ll make it for you,” Damon offered.

“Anything,” Nyla replied.

Fearing Damon might continue prying, she quickly closed the door.

Leaning against it, she let out a soft sigh, patted her still–warm cheeks, and tried to calm herself down.

Despite knowing each other for so many years, her heart raced whenever she faced Damon. Even just locking eyes with him made her cheeks flush.

After regaining her composure, she grabbed her clothes and headed for the shower.

The next morning, Nyla came downstairs to see Damon bringing out breakfast from the kitchen.

She paused. She had assumed he was just being casual last night, but here he was, actually making breakfast for

her.

As she reached the dining table and saw all her favorite dishes laid out, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you make so much?”

“You didn’t tell me what you wanted last night, so I made a little bit of everything. Take the leftovers to share with your coworkers later,” Damon suggested.

Nyla pulled out a chair and sat down, replying, “Thanks, but you don’t have to make breakfast for me anymore. You’re so busy. Don’t waste your time in the kitchen.”

Damon raised an eyebrow. “Nyla, you’re just as important as work to me.”

Meeting his gentle gaze, Nyla felt her face heat up again and quickly looked away. “Eat quickly, or it’ll get cold.”

After they finished breakfast, Mason finally came downstairs.

“Good morning, Daddy! Good morning, Mommy!” he greeted.

After greeting them, he climbed onto the chair next to Nyla and asked, “Mommy, I want the meatballs.”

The meatballs were far from him, completely out of reach.

Nyla grabbed a few meatballs for Mason and poured him a glass of milk.

Mason’s face instantly fell he hated milk. Every time he had to drink it, it was a struggle.

Seeing his face scrunch up, Nyla couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t I tell you? You have to drink milk to grow tall and strong! Just one glass a week, okay?”

“Fine,” Mason relented.

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Reluctantly, he picked up the glass of milk and started drinking.

After breakfast, the driver took Mason to school as usual while Damon and Nyla headed to the office.

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