Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 919

The mysterious prize was a luxurious five-day, four-night trip to Cryostein for two, and a young couple had won it.

Noticing that Nyla seemed a bit disappointed for not winning, Damon comforted her, "If you want to go, we can leave tomorrow."

Nyla looked at him and shook her head. "It's okay. I'm too busy with the experiment right now. I can't leave."

Damon frowned. "Then when you do have some free time, we'll take a trip—the three of us."

"Okay," she said.

They walked out of the restaurant together. Damon draped a coat over Nyla's shoulders and took her hand as they made their way to the parking lot.

Halfway there, snow began to fall.

Nyla stopped in her tracks, her face lighting up with delight. "It's the first snow of the year!"

The winter in Saintornia was cold and damp, and snow was a rare sight.

Nyla held out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Damon watched her with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with adoration. While she admired the snow, he admired her.

By the time they reached the car, both their heads and clothes were dusted with snow.

Damon turned on the heater and reached for Nyla's cold hand, holding it in his warm palm.

The moment his hand touched hers, a jolt of warmth spread through her, as if an electric current had passed from her hand to her heart. Her fingers instinctively curled, brushing lightly against his palm.

Damon felt the delicate touch, like a cat's tail brushing his hand, sending a small tingle through his skin. He looked at her, his gaze intense.

His eyes held a possessive, almost predatory look, making Nyla's heart race. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand away.

Before she could, though, he firmly held her hand, their fingers lacing together as he leaned in closer.

Their lips met just as fireworks erupted outside the car.

Time seemed to stand still.

Nyla was so caught up in the kiss that she could hardly breathe. When it finally ended, she was left breathless. Her back pressed against the passenger door, and her lips were red and swollen, like ripe cherries—inviting and tempting.