Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

“Who’s there?” 

In a split second, Damon pulled Nyla Into the greenhouse and shut the door behind them. 

It was pitch black inside. He pushed her against the door, their bodies. pressed tightly together. One hand rested on her waist, while the other gripped the doorknob, leaving no space between them. 

She could hear his steady heartbeat and whispered, “Can you let go…” 

Damon leaned in close to her ear, speaking so softly that only she could hear. “Someone’s coming. If you don’t want to be discovered, don’t make a sound.” 

Just then, footsteps approached the greenhouse door. 

Nyla’s heart raced as the doorknob turned. 

After a few moments of trying and failing to open the door, the person outside sounded puzzled. “What’s wrong with the door? Is it broken?” 

They lingered a bit longer, but finding nothing unusual, they mumbled something and left. 

Nyla finally exhaled in relief and asked, “Can you let go of me now?” 

Damon released her and was about to speak when Nyla’s phone rang- it was Clark. 

She was about to answer when Damon said coldly, “If you’re not afraid of him finding out we’re alone in here, go ahead and answer.” 

Nyla looked at Damon in disbelief. “Uncle Damon, don’t you think you’re being a bit despicable right now?” 

The Damon tonight felt like a stranger to her, nothing like the man she 

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thought she knew. She couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t leave her alone. 

“Do you really think Clark will leave that other woman for you? Unless she loses the baby, she’ll always be between you two,” Damon said. 

This foolish woman could have asked for his help to divorce Clark, but instead, she stubbornly chose to go back to him. 

“No matter what, it has nothing to do with you, does it?” Nyla snapped, her voice cold and her hand trembling slightly as she held her phone. 

“Nyla!” Damon’s voice was filled with anger. 

Nyla remained calm. “If you want to tell Clark that we are together, go ahead. I’m answering the phone.” 

She answered the call, and Clark’s voice came through. “Nyla, why did it take you so long to pick up? I’ll need more time here. Someone from the house will take you back.” 

Nyla lowered her gaze and replied, “Okay. Don’t worry about me. Focus on your work.” 

After hanging up, she looked at Damon. 

The dim light from her phone illuminated only part of his cold, stern face. She could sense his anger, but regardless of whether she divorced Clark, she couldn’t give Damon what he wanted. Instead of continuing this way, it was better to sever ties completely. 

“Uncle Damon, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going,” she said. Damon remained silent, but the air around him grew even colder. Nyla didn’t expect him to respond. She opened the door and left.