Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 

“If I don’t love you anymore, will you let me go?” Nyla asked. 

Clark’s gaze turned cold as he answered, “No.” 

“Then what’s the point of asking? And wasn’t it you who threatened me with my dad to move back in?” Nyla retorted. 

Meeting Nyla’s calm gaze, Clark smiled self–deprecatingly and turned away, saying nothing more. He had indeed forced her to return. 

From the day he cheated, he should have expected this. He was just too confident, thinking her love for him would lead to forgiveness. 

They fell into silence. 

Soon, the driver pulled the car around. 

“Let’s get in,” Clark said. 

Nyla glanced at her phone, canceled her ride order, and got in the car. 

The drive home was quiet. Neither of them spoke, and the driver didn’t dare break the silence. 

When they reached the villa, Nyla was about to head upstairs when Clark spoke up. “Nyla, I’m sorry about tonight. I didn’t protect you.” 

His tone was serious, and Nyla paused for a moment before walking away without a word. 

As soon as she returned to her room, her phone rang. It was Valarie. 

“Nyla, did Jacqueline try to set you up tonight?” Valarie asked. 

Nyla was surprised. “How did you know?” 

“Tom called to question me out of nowhere, asking if I told you to go after Jacqueline. I asked around with some friends who were at the 

event,” Valarie answered. 

She was furious about the whole situation. To her, Jacqueline and Tom were just a pair of scumbags–not worth her time. 

Nyla pressed her lips together before saying, “I just wanted to teach her a lesson so she won’t mess with me again.” 

Valarie warned, “Be careful. Jacqueline holds grudges. She won’t let this go after being humiliated.” 

“Okay, I’ll be cautious,” Nyla affirmed. 

There was a brief silence before Valarie’s apologetic voice came through. “Nyla, I’m sorry. She probably targeted you because of me.” 

“It’s not your fault. You can’t control what other people think,” Nyla comforted her. 

The real issue was Jacqueline’s malicious intent. 

“But how did you turn things around on her tonight? What happened to her necklace?” Valarie asked, intrigued. 

Nyla’s expression remained calm. “I left it somewhere. Whoever finds it will probably return it to her.” 

Jacqueline likely wouldn’t be happy to see that necklace again. 

Valarie and Nyla chatted for a while longer before Valarie ended the call, knowing Nyla had to work the next day. 

After a shower, Nyla dried her hair, completed her skincare routine, and went to bed. 

Meanwhile, Jacqueline was far from sleep. 

Ten minutes ago, a maid had brought her a box, saying it was delivered