Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 

“Uncle Damon, wake up,” Nyla said, pushing him away. 

She quickly got out of bed and watched him warily, gripping the bedside lamp tightly, ready to use it for self–defense if he charged at her. 

Damon nearly fell off the bed from her push. 

After a few seconds, he looked at her in confusion, his usually cold face now flushed. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, as if a fire were scorching right through one’s heart. 

“Come here,” he commanded. 

Nyla frowned but stayed where she was. 

Damon looked dangerous. His gaze was filled with a predatory desire as if he might devour her at any moment. 

Nyla’s mind raced, trying to understand Cyrus‘ motive. 

Tonight was Marie’s party. Had Cyrus chosen this moment to create a scandal, intending to make it look like she and Damon were having an affair? 

No, this would not only embarrass the Sumners but also severely offend Damon. It was more likely that Cyrus wanted Damon to have relations with her and then use this as leverage to blackmail him. 

Nyla narrowed her eyes at that thought. 

Cyrus‘ ruthlessness knew no bounds. After bankrupting Harris Pharmaceuticals, he was now willing to put his daughter–in–law into his younger brother’s bed for personal gain. 

While she was thinking, a faint pine scent suddenly filled her nostrils. She widened her eyes, and before she could react, Damon grabbed the back of her head, snatched the lamp from her hand, and tossed it behind the door. 

In the next moment, a shadow fell over Nyla, and she felt a warm, moist touch on her lips. 

“Mmph!” 

Nyla’s eyes widened in disbelief as she found herself inches from Damon’s face. His 

usually cold and deep eyes now burned with an intense heat. His hand, still gripping her firmly, felt like a blazing fire that spread from her neck throughout her entire body, causing her to shudder. 

When she realized Damon was kissing her, she tried to push him away, but it was futile. His solid chest felt like an impenetrable wall, unyielding to her efforts. 

In desperation, she bit his lip hard. 

Damon winced in pain and released Nyla, his gaze darkening with a predatory intensity, like a lion awakened to its prey. 

The sight of his bleeding lip made him appear even more feral, but the pain seemed to bring him back to some semblance of sanity. He gripped Nyla’s chin, his eyes shadowed with an intensity that unnerved her. 

Nyla’s hand tightened around a needle hidden behind her. If Damon forced himself on her, she would have no choice but to use it. 

After a tense few seconds, Damon suddenly released her and strode quickly into the bathroom. 

The door slammed shut. 

Nyla trembled as she collapsed onto the bed. It felt like she had narrowly escaped disaster. 

Not daring to waste time, she quickly scanned the room for any hidden cameras. She turned off the lights and soon spotted a pinhole camera on the TV across from the bed, its red light blinking. 

With a stoic expression, she unplugged the camera and sat on the bed, contemplating her next move.