Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

Erin chatted with Damon, her smile evident. Although Damon only responded occasionally, the atmosphere between them remained fairly. harmonious. 

Ever since Erin and Damon had sat down next to Nyla and Melody, Nyla kept her head down, quietly eating. She hoped to finish quickly and leave 

Suddenly, a somewhat shy voice came from nearby. “Ms. Jayston… 

Nyla turned to see a tall, muscular man holding a bouquet of red roses. He stood a few steps away, looking at her nervously. She frowned, sensing something was off. 

As expected, the next moment, the man extended the roses toward her. 

“Hi, my name is Dylan Lomas. From the moment I saw you, I fell in love. at first sight. Could you give me a chance… to pursue you?” Dylan confessed. 

Nyla often received such confessions back in university, but this was the first time since marrying Clark. 

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was packed. Everyone’s eyes were on her and Dylan. 

After a few seconds of silence, she said calmly, “I’m sorry, but I’m already married.” 

Dylan’s face darkened, his gaze filled with disbelief. 

Nyla’s youthful appearance and beauty made her seem too young to be married. Additionally, being publicly rejected left Dylan feeling humiliated, as if everyone around him were mocking him. 

“Ms. Jayston… are you lying about be.. ig married because you don’t like 

me?” Dylan pressed. 

Nyla was unsettled by his accusatory tone, and her voice grew colder. Mr. Lomas, if you don’t want to believe me, there’s nothing I can do. I want to finish my meal now. Please leave.” 

Her response only reinforced Dylan’s belief that she was lying. His expression darkened further as he considered the time and money he had invested in preparing for the evening, particularly the rose bouquet that had cost nearly 100 dollars. 

Nyla’s public rejection felt like a deliberate humiliation. 

Did she think that being pretty gave her license to disregard other people’s feelings? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. 

However, surrounded by people, he suppressed his rage and forced a smile. “At least take the flowers. It’s my way of showing you how I feel.” 

“Thank you, but I can’t accept them,” Nyla replied, turning back to her meal, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation. 

Dylan’s smile froze, his grip on the flowers tightened, and his eyes flashed with anger. 

After taking a deep breath, he left quickly without further argument. 

Beside them, Erin couldn’t help but laugh. “Ms. Nyla, you’re quite popular. You’ve only been at Prospectus Technology for a few days, and someone’s already confessed to you. I’m so envious.”