Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Nyla grabbed Valarie's hand and tried to explain.

"Valarie, I didn't mean to hide this from you. There's so much going on behind the scenes," she said.

Valarie pulled her hand away. "What kind of hardship could justify lying to me all these years?"

Taking a deep breath, Nyla slowly recounted her experiences over the past few years.

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Valarie listened, her anger gradually shifted to surprise and heartache.

In the end, she hugged Nyla and cried. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you." -1

Nyla, also in tears, returned the embrace. "I'm the one who should apologize."

Watching the misunderstanding between the two women clear up, Brandon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Damon and said, "Uncle Damon, thank you for bringing Aunt Nyla over."

Damon frowned. "Didn't I tell you? She's not your aunt."

Brandon glanced at him. "Uncle Damon, don't you like her?"

"Why would I like her?" Damon replied.

Noticing Damon's frown, Brandon couldn't help but chuckle. "If you don't like

her, then why did you stop Valarie from finding her? Why did you personally bring her over?"

"I stopped Valarie because she would wake Buddy if she entered the villa. Bringing Nyla over was just a side task," Damon answered.

"Just a side task? Uncle Damon, you've never been this kind-hearted," Brandon teased.

Damon's gaze hardened. "You think you know me that well?"

Realizing he was displeased, Brandon raised an eyebrow. "No, I just think you're a

bit oblivious when it comes to feelings. Sometimes, you unintentionally hurt the people who matter most to you."

Damon fell silent, but a strange emotion flickered in his eyes.

After Valarie calmed down, Brandon decided to take her home while Nyla would return to the villa with Damon.

"Nyla, I'll come by to see you tomorrow," Valarie said.

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

She turned to Brandon. "Mr. Brandon, thank you for tonight. I'll treat you to dinner another time to show my appreciation."

Brandon smirked and repliedNôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

meaningfully, "Dinner isn't

necessary. There's someone else

you should be thanking. We'll head

back now, Aunt Nyla. Goodbye."

Upon hearing him call her "Aunt Nyla", Nyla's face flushed. She was about to explain, but Brandon

stepped on the gas and on.

Turning to Damon, she noticed him watching her with a deep gaze that made her feel a bit uneasy. She quickly looked away.

"Mr. Sumner, thank you for tonight," she said.

Damon studied her profile, his gaze darkening as Brandon's words replayed in his mind. He frowned slightly.

"It's late. Let's head back," he replied.

e drive home, neither of them spoke, but a subtle tension filled the air.

Once they reached the villa, Nyla got out of the car and, after a quick goodnight, hurried, inside.

Damon watched her hasty departure, his eyes narrowing instinctively.

It wasn't until Nyla was back in her room the door closed that.

finally exhaled, leaning againstalikeet

as

her heart raced.

She didn't understand what was happening to her. For the past few days, she would feel flustered whenever she was around Damon. Meanwhile, Damon withdrew his gaze and, after watching her disappear from view, headed to his study.

Just as he reached the door, his phone rang.

Upon seeing Luca's name, a flicker of surprise crossed his face as he swiped to answer. "Yes?"

"Mr. Sumner, we've identified the people behind Stephen," Luca informed him.

After hearing what was said on the other end, Damon's expression darkened, a chill settling in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

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