Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

Nyla widened her eyes and quickly asked, “Which bar are you at?” 

“The one on Tancy Street, where we went before. Are you coming?” Valarie asked. 

“Yes,” Nyla answered, hung up, and hurriedly changed clothes to go out. 

As Nyla started the car, she hesitated. She worried that showing up might escalate the situation, especially since she wasn’t sure if Damon had hit Clark because of her. If it was for another reason, her presence would be pointless and embarrassing. 

Nyla doubted Damon would do anything for her after their fallout at the Sumner residence. 

After calming herself, Nyla’decided against going. 

Just as she returned to her bedroom, her phone rang. It was Valarie. Nyla, I was wrong. Damon wasn’t trying to purge. He was standing up for Erin, who had a conflict with Jordyn at the mall earlier.” 

Nyla gripped her phone with a bitter smile. It was a good thing she hadn’t rushed over–she would have made a fool of herself. 

“I see,” she replied. 

Valarie continued. “But do you think Damon and Erin are dating? He seemed pretty protective of her.” 

Nyla looked down, her expression indifferent. “Maybe. I don’t know.” 

“Anyway, it made me happy to see Clark get punched. When are you coming over? I still need to grill you about moving back in. You can’t just brush me off,” Valarie said. 

“I’m not coming over anymore. I’m tired today. Let’s talk later,” Nyla said and hurriedly ended the call. 

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Putting down the phone, she forced herself to stop thinking about Damon. He and Erin were both single and well–matched. A woman like Erin seemed suitable for him. 

Meanwhile, Erin was in the bar’s private room, holding an ice pack and intending to apply it to Damon’s hand, but he pulled away. 

“No, thanks. I can do it myself.” His voice was cold, a stark contrast to the impulsiveness he had shown when hitting Clark. He seemed like a different person. 

Over the past few days, Erin had gotten a sense of Damon’s personality and reluctantly handed him the ice pack. 

“Mr. Damon, you were too impulsive. I was fine, and it was Mr. Clark’s secretary who offended me. It’s unfair to hit him,” Erin said. 

To her, Damon didn’t seem like someone who acted on impulse. His actions felt more like a release of pent–up frustration than an act of 

defense. 

Damon’s expression remained cold. “He deserved it. He can’t event control his own people.” 

Sensing something deeper in his words, Erin was about to probe further when the private room door opened. 

“Mr. Sumner, Ms. Hulle, sorry I’m late, 

Erin set aside her questions and smiled at the newcomer. “We were early. Please, have a seat.” 

Around 11:00 p.m., Nyla was half–asleep when a knocking sound woke her. She frowned, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked toward the 

apt 

door without moving. 

“Nyla, open the door. I need to talk to you.” Clark’s voice sounded from the other side. 

Nyla didn’t move or change her expression. 

“It’s late. Whatever you have to say, let’s discuss it tomorrow,” she replied. 

Clark didn’t respond, but the knocking grew more insistent. It was clear he wouldn’t leave until she opened the door.