Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 7

Clark stiffened abruptly, his expression darkening instantly. He tightened his grip on Nyla’s chin before slowly releasing her and turning to face Damon. 

Meeting Damon’s amused gaze, Clark forced a smile. “No. Uncle Damon, did you need something?”

Damon smiled. “Your grandma sent me to call you both for dinner.”

“Thank you, Uncle Damon.”

“No trouble at all. But remember, this is the family home. Be mindful of your actions.” As Damon spoke, he briefly glanced at the red mark on Nyla’s chin, mockery evident in his gaze.

Seeing Damon’s eyes linger on Nyla, Clark frowned and stepped in front of her. “I understand, Uncle Damon.”

His tone and expression were not pleasant, and his gaze toward Damon betrayed a hint of wariness.

Damon smirked and casually looked away. “Alright, let’s go eat.”

After Damon left, Clark reached out for Nyla’s hand, but she dodged him, walking away without a backward glance.

Clark quickly caught up, gripping her hand firmly. “Behave, or I’ll talk to your father!”

Nyla’s attempt to pull away halted, a wave of helplessness and anger washing over her. If she hadn’t agreed to become a housewife back then, she wouldn’t be under his control and threats now.

She needed to find a job quickly, earn enough to pay her father’s medical bills, and free herself from Clark. Until then, arguing about divorce was pointless.

Having made up her mind, Nyla stopped struggling and let Clark lead her to the dining room.

…

After dinner, everyone went home.

As Clark and Nyla arrived at their villa, Clark locked the car doors, making no move to get out.

Nyla frowned. “What are you doing?”

“We need to talk.”

“If it’s about the divorce, there’s no need. I won’t bring it up for now.”

Clark’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “For now?”

“Yes.”

Seeing Nyla’s indifferent expression, Clark pressed his lips into a thin line, his displeasure evident. He knew it would take time for her to accept his infidelity. As long as she didn’t mention divorce, he believed he had a chance to win her back.

After a moment, he nodded. “Nyla, I’m glad you’re giving me another chance.”

Nyla ignored his words, staring at him blankly. “Can you unlock the car now? I’m tired and want to rest.”

With a click, the doors unlocked.

Nyla immediately got out, heading into the villa without looking back.

By the time Clark reached the bedroom door, he found it locked from the inside. He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.