Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 1138

"Rain boots?" Damon guessed.

"No," Nyla replied curtly.

"Galoshes?" Damon tried again.

Nyla didn't bother responding.

"Knee-high socks?" Damon ventured.

"No! They're torn socks! Didn't you see the little ripped parts I drew?" Nyla cried.

"I thought those were just wear and tear," Damon reasoned.

For a moment, Nyla doubted her artistic ability. Was she really that bad at drawing?

"Damon, be honest with me. Are my drawings really that abstract?" she asked.

Damon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not exactly. Some words are just harder to draw. Maybe try simpler ones next time."

Mason, unbothered, chimed in, "Daddy, stop sugarcoating it. Her drawings are abstract."

Damon glared at him. "Be quiet."

Mason crossed his arms. "Fine. But I'm definitely not playing Pictionary with Mommy again!"

"Then I'll play with her!" Damon countered.

Mason and Nyla were both speechless.

Truthfully, Nyla didn't want to play this game anymore, either. She quickly said, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's have dinner."

"Okay," Damon and Mason chorused.

...

After dinner, Nyla followed Damon into the study.

"Damon, is something going on at the company? You seem distracted," she asked.