Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1072

"Alright. I'll keep paying your salary during these three months," Damon replied.

Spencer shook his head. "That's not necessary. I've been working nonstop for years. I'll treat this time as a break to recharge."

Besides, Spencer thought Damon would need the money if he planned to start over. Paying him would only add to Damon's burden.

Damon, who had spent years navigating the business world, easily saw through Spencer's intentions but chose not to point them out.

He nodded. "Alright then."

"If there's nothing else, Mr. Sumner, I'll head out. Please don't hesitate to call or message if you need anything," Spencer said.

"Mm," Damon hummed in response.

After Spencer left, Damon turned on his computer and got to work.

Upstairs in the bedroom…

Nyla woke from a nightmare, gasping for breath. She looked around, taking a few moments to realize she was in the bedroom, then ran downstairs.

She pushed open the study's door to find Damon seated at the desk, working. A wave of relief washed over her.

Her face was still pale from the fright.

Damon looked up and saw her standing barefoot at the door. He frowned, standing to walk over to her.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms and chided, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?"

Nyla bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I had a nightmare..."

"Dreamt something happened to me?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Nyla muttered.

Damon's voice softened as he carried her upstairs. "Don't scare yourself. I won't leave you and Buddy behind."

"Okay, but I can't help worrying..." Nyla murmured.

Damon's arms tightened around her. His voice grew more serious. "Prospectus Technology has weathered countless storms over the years. We've faced the brink of bankruptcy more than once. My resilience is stronger than that."

"Okay," Nyla relented.

Damon carried Nyla back to the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp towel and knelt before her.

"Get some sleep," he coaxed.

"Okay. You should rest too. You'll burn out at this rate," Nyla warned.

"Alright," Damon replied.

It wasn't long before Nyla's steady breathing filled the room.

Damon gently moved her arms off him, got up, and tucked her in. He quietly left the bedroom and went downstairs, where Lydia emerged from the kitchen.

"Mr. Sumner, would you like to resume breakfast?" she asked.

Damon nodded. "Sure. Oh, and don't wake Nyla. Let her sleep."

"Understood," Lydia answered.

…

The weekend flew by, and soon, it was Monday.