Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154 

Nyla shook Clark off, dismissing him with indifference. “You’re overthinking it.” 

Clark was dissatisfied with her dismissive response, and his gaze grew colder. 

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he softened his tone. “Nyla, I know you feel wronged, but Grandma is getting old. I hope you can be more understanding.” 

Nyla found his words laughable. Whenever the Sumners were involved, Clark’s solution was always for her to endure. She had previously ignored these issues because she loved him, but now she realized she would always come second to his family and career. 

“Don’t worry, I have no issues with her,” she said calmly. 

After all, she no longer cared about Clark, so why would she care about anyone else? 

Seeing her calm demeanor, Clark dropped the topic and said, “By the way, Mom invited us over for dinner tomorrow night.” 

Nyla was surprised. Cindy had never liked her and rarely invited them over since their marriage. However, if she could get into Cyrus‘ study, she might find clues about the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident. 

“Alright, got it. Do we need to prepare any gifts?” she asked. 

“No need. I’ll pick you up after work,” Clark answered. 

“Okay,” Nyla agreed readily. 

The next evening, Nyla packed up he equipment and said goodbye to Melody before leaving. As she reached the downstairs lobby, 

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someone suddenly appeared, startling her. 

It was Dylan, the man who had confessed his feelings to her the day before. He was holding a bouquet in one hand and a small, elegant cake in the other, grinning at her. 

“Ms. Jayston, I thought about it all night and realized I still like you and don’t want to give up. Can you give me a chance to pursue you?” Dylan 

asked. 

Nyla found his persistence annoying. She has assumed she had made herself clear yesterday. 

“Mr. Lomas, I told you I’m married. This is harassment,” she replied firmly. 

Dylan’s expression momentarily hardened before he resumed hist previous smile. “I don’t believe you’re married. Unless you show me your marriage certificate or bring your husband to prove it.” 

Annoyance flickered in Nyla’s eyes, and her voice turned cold. “I don’t have to prove anything to you. If you think I’m lying, find evidence. If you can’t, stop bothering me.” 

She turned to leave, but Dylan suddenly grabbed her arm as she walked past him. 

In the next moment, Dylan was punched in the face. 

“Ah!” he screamed. 

The punch was powerful, sending him to the ground and scattering his flowers and cake. He looked utterly pathetic. 

Nyla was momentarily stunned before she asked Clark, “When did you get here?”