Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 

Nyla pressed her lips together and looked down. “Yes.” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Clark glanced at her phone on the table and said calmly, “I believe you. I brought some ointment. Let me help you apply it.” 

Once Jordyn had the baby, he planned to send her away immediately, ensuring she never came between him and Nyla again. 

He stepped forward, but Nyla suddenly stepped back, saying, “No need. I’ll do it myself.” 

Seeing the distance in her eyes, Clark suppressed his disappointment and forced a smile. He handed her the ointment and reminded her, ” Apply it now and again before bed. The swelling should go down by morning.” 

She took the ointment from him. “Thank you.” 

“I’m your husband. It’s my duty to take care of you,” Clark said. 

“I’m going to rest now,” Nyla told him. 

“Alright, I’ll get back to work,” Clark replied. 

As he turned away, he heard the door close behind him, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips. 

Back at her vanity, Nyla threw the ointment into the trash. 

The doctor had already prescribed her medication at the hospital earlier. His concern now felt useless. He hadn’t been there when she was most terrified and helpless, as he had been with another woman for a prenatal check–up. 

Nyla despised Jordyn, but she knew the bigger problem was Clark’s weakness. If he hadn’t given in to temptation, Jordyn wouldn’t have 

gottern pregnant, nor would she have had the audacity to taunt Nyla. 

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The next morning, Nyla went to Damon’s office as soon as she arrived at the company. 

His expression was icy when he asked, “What is it?” 

Sensing his cold demeanor, Nyla felt a pang of bitterness but tried to keep her voice steady. “Mr. Sumner, you saved me yesterday. I’d like to thank you with a meal.” 

“No need. I would have helped anyone in that situation,” Damon stated. 

In other words, he was saying, “You’re no different from anyone else.” 

Nyla pressed her lips together and nodded. “I understand, but you saved my life. I still want to repay you.” 

“Staying out of my sight is the best way you can repay me,” Damon said, picking up a document, his face devoid of any emotion. 

Nyla stood stunned for a moment, her fingers twisting together. “Mr. Sumner, I understand. I’ll try not to bother you anymore.” 

Damon’s grip on the document tightened, crumpling it slightly, but his smile was nonchalant when he asked, “Still here? Waiting for me to see 

you out?” 

Nyla stiffened. After a few seconds, she looked up at him, saying, “I’ll go back to work now. Thank you again for yesterday.” 

Damon didn’t look at her, his eyes focused on the document.