Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 668



After dinner, Oliver suggested that Nyla take Mason to the living room to rest while he cleaned the table and washed the dishes.

Nyla instinctively declined, "You don't have to. You're a guest."

"I'm also your boyfriend," Oliver replied, raising an eyebrow. "As your boyfriend, it's only right that I wash the dishes after dinner. I can't let you do everything."

Reluctantly, Nyla nodded. "Alright, I'll listen to you."

Oliver tidied up the table, washed the dishes, wiped down the kitchen counters, and mopped the floor before heading to the living room.

Nyla was playing with Mason, competing to see who could stack the blocks faster.

Mason was quick, nearly finishing with no blocks out of place, while Nyla's stack was a chaotic mess, teetering as if it could fall at any moment. Oliver watched them with a gentle gaze. He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Nyla, do you want me to help?"

Nyla looked up and met Oliver's smiling eyes.

Just as she was about to respond, a loud crash interrupted her as her blocks toppled over, scattering pieces everywhere.

At the same time, Mason placed the final block on his tower, completing it perfectly.

Nyla glanced at Mason's neat, beautiful stack and then at her scattered blocks. She felt a little disheartened-it was embarrassing to be outdone by a child who wasn't even five years old.

Oliver's smile deepened. "You take a break. I'll play with Buddy."

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

Whenever she played these educational games with Mason, she felt like she didn't have the right IQ for it. Plus, Mason seemed to enjoy playing with Oliver more.

When Oliver said he'd join him, Mason's eyes lit up.

Nyla got up, and Oliver took her place, starting to help Mason clean up the fallen blocks.

"I'll go get some snacks for you two," she said.

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She stood and walked toward the kitchen, Grabbing a watermelon from the fridge, she cut it up and placed the pieces on a platten

Just as she was stepping out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

Seeing Oliver preparing to get up to answer it, Nyla said, "You keep playing with Buddy. I'll get the door."

When she reached the door and looked through the peephole, she was surprised to see Damon standing outside.

After a moment's hesitation, she opened the door.

"Ms. Kinsey, I came to discuss this morning's incident-" Before Damon could finish his sentence, he abruptly halted.

The sight of Nyla standing there in

her loungewear, her long hair pulled up into a bun that revealed here smooth forehead, made her look both beautiful and vibrant Content

Her flawless skin and exquisite features could easily pass for those of a university student in her late teens.

What took Damon by surprise was the atmosphere in the living room.

Oliver was playing blocks with Mason, both of them smiling, while Nyla held a plate of watermelon, exuding a sense of peace.

They appeared to be a warm and harmonious family, and his presence disrupted that tranquility.

Damon felt himself tense up involuntarily, and his gaze gradually dimmed.

The person who should have been sitting there playing with Mason was him. But five years ago, he hadn't protected Nyla. Five years later, he missed his chance again.

Now, he didn't even have the right to compete with Oliver.

Oliver and Mason heard the noise and turned to look at the door.

They both paused. Oliver's smile faded slightly, while Mason excitedly ran to the door.

"Daddy, what are you doing here?" he asked.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Damon caught Mason as he ran into his arms, lifting him and answering softly, "I came to check on you and your mom."