Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 

After Clark left, Nyla finally breathed a sigh of relief 

The incident was over, but she knew she had to be more cautious in the 

future. 

She got up, straightened her wrinkled clothes, grabbed a random piece of clothing from the closet, and went downstairs. 

Clark and Cyrus sat facing each other in the living room, both looking displeased. 

Seeing Nyla come down, Cyrus said coldly, “It’s late. You two should head back.” 

Clark nodded and stood up. “Alright.” 

He looked at Nyla with an emotionless gaze. “Let’s go.” 

On the way back, Clark remained silent, clearly still angry about what had happened. 

As they reached the villa and Nyla was about to get out of the car, Clark spoke coldly. “Don’t you have anything to say?” 

Nyla turned to him. “What do you want me to say? That I really cheated, or something else?” 

“Nyla!” Clark’s gaze was icy, making Nyla feel as though he might strangle her at any moment. 

“People say you need to catch someone in the act. You didn’t even see your uncle’s shadow, yet you accuse me of cheating. Do you need to see me in bed with him to ease your guilt over cheating with Jordyn?” Nyla questioned. 

Clark’s expression darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth. “I never thought that.” 

Nyia chuckled “Do you dare swear you never thought that?” 

Clark’s sullen silence was his only response. 

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence once again. 

Nyla smirked mockingly, said nothing more, pushed open the car door, 

and left. 

Clark watched her retreating figure, slamming his hands on the steering wheel in frustration and causing the horn to blare. However, Nyla never 

looked back. 

Back in her bedroom, Nyla heard the sound of the car engine starting, indicating that Clark had left. She didn’t know where he had gone, nor 

did she care. 

The next morning, Clark woke up with a hangover. As he turned his head, he saw Jordyn lying naked beside him. His expression remained impassive as he got up, dressed, and prepared to leave. 

Just as he reached the door, Jordyn’s gentle voice called out from behind him. “Clarko, I made some hangover soup last night and kept it warm. Why don’t you have some before you go?” 

Clark glanced back at her with a blank stare. 

To him, she was merely an accessory to his otherwise mundane life with Nyla, nothing more than a temporary diversion. Jordyn’s eagerness. to please him stemmed solely from his position as CEO of the Sumner Group. 

“No need,” he replied curtly and left without another word.