Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 

Chapter 127 

As Clark started the car, he said, “I’m glad you like them. How about I pick you up from work every day from now on?” 

“There’s no need for that. I’ve bought myself a car, and you’re busy with work,” Nyla replied indifferently, causing Clark to drop the idea. 

Even though Nyla had moved back in, Clark felt she was even more distant from him now. This feeling troubled him, and he didn’t know how to restore their previous closeness. 

The car grew quiet. 

Nyla turned to look out the window, lost in thought. In the past, she always had something to say when they were alone. Now, she didn’t initiate any conversation. 

Clark sighed inwardly and decided to take things slowly. 

As they neared the villa, Clark’s phone rang from his pocket. 

“Nyla, can you get my phone?” Clark asked. 

Nyla retrieved the phone and saw “Jordyn” flashing on the screen. 

Clark frowned and said, “No need to answer it.” 

He had warned Jordyn not to contact him, but she ignored him. This made him both angry and a bit guilty. He glanced at Nyla, expecting her to be upset or jealous, but she remained calm. 

“Better answer it, just in case it’s something important,” she said, putting the call on speaker and holding the phone in front of him. 

Clark’s black Cayenne came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. 

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He looked at Nyla with a mix of disbelief and hurt. Had she accepted the situation, or did she simply not care anymore? 

“Clark… my stomach hurts. Can you come over?” Jordyn’s panicked voice came through the speaker. 

Clark felt a surge of annoyance and snapped, “Why are you calling me about a stomachache? I’m not a doctor. Contact Michael if there’s a problem. Don’t call me again.” 

Before Jordyn could respond, Clark grabbed the phone from Nyla and hung up. 

“Maybe you should go check on her. What if it’s serious-” Nyla began. to say. 

“Shut up!” Clark roared, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at Nyla. 

She frowned but remained silent, not wanting to provoke him further. 

The silence in the car was suffocating. 

After several minutes, Clark finally spoke, his tone icy. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” 

Nyla pressed her lips together and replied calmly, “If you’ve calmed down, let’s drive home.” 

“Nyla!” Clark growled, his eyes bloodshot. “You’re suggesting I go to Jordyn, and you’re not the least bit upset?”