Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 667



Nyla was silent momentarily before saying softly, "Mr. Sumner, I need some time to think about this. I'll contact you once I've made a decision." After hanging up, she let out a soft sigh, her expression complex.

Mason's safety was very important, but she didn't want to have any more interactions with Damon. Ever since the kidnapping incident, she had found it difficult to feel calm whenever she thought of him.

She decided the best course of action was to distance herself from him.

After pondering for a while, Nyla made up her mind.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

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In the evening, Oliver arrived just as she finished cooking.

"I could smell the ribs as soon as I stepped out of the elevator! Have you ever thought about opening a restaurant?" Oliver asked.

Nyla smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. "With a way of talking like that, I should reward you by making sure you finish all the ribs without leaving a bite."

Oliver nodded. "Deal!"

Hearing the voices, Mason ran out of his room. When he saw Oliver, he immediately dashed over to him.

Oliver caught him and lifted him, weighing him in his arms. "Buddy, it looks like you've been eating well lately. You've put on quite a bit of weight since your hospital stay."

Mason wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck and pouted. "Uncle Oliver, are you complaining that I'm getting fat?"

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle as he patted Mason's soft hair. "How could Uncle Oliver think you're fat? No matter what, you're the cutest in my eyes. Plus, a little extra weight is just a sign of a lively and healthy boy."

"Then, I'll eat more so I can grow up faster and protect Mommy," Mason declared.

Seeing Mason clench his chubby little fists, Oliver nodded. "I believe in you, Buddy."

Nyla watched the two interact, finding it amusing. "Alright, go wash your hands. Dinner will be ready soon."

With that, she turned back to the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery.

By the time she returned to the dining area, Mason and Oliver had already washed their hands and were seated at the table, eagerly waiting to eat.

Nyla handed Oliver the cutlery and said, "I'll get the food. You two can start eating."

However, when she came back out, she found Oliver and Mason still sitting there patiently.

Nyla raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's going on? Waiting for me?"

Oliver nodded and picked up a rib for her. "You worked hard cooking. Of course, we should wait for you."

"Okay, eat up," Nyla announced.

Once Nyla took a bite of the rib, Oliver and Mason finally started eating.

With each dish Oliver tasted, he complimented Nyla, making her feel a bit giddy.

"Is it really that good?" she asked.

"Of course! Your cooking is the best I've ever had," Oliver declared.

Nyla smiled. "Then, I'll cook for you more often."

Oliver shook his head. "No need. Just occasionally is fine. I don't want you to tire yourself out."

"Alright, but you should eat more," Nyla replied.

Watching the interaction between

the two, Mason ate quietly, his little face alternating between happiness and worry.

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Even though Oliver was very kind to him, he still wanted Damon around.

But he knew his mother didn't like his father and didn't want to be with him.

Couldn't the three of them just be together?

That way, he could be with his

father, his

mother could be with

Oliver, and they could all be h

together.

If Nyla knew what Mason was currently thinking, she would probably be speechless.