Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1143

As soon as Mason set down the phone, a knock came at the door.

"Buddy, who were you talking to just now?" Nyla asked.

Mason swallowed hard and called out, "Mommy, I wasn't talking to anyone. I was just… talking to myself."

"It's late. Go to bed soon," Nyla urged.

"Okay, Mommy," Mason replied.

The sound of footsteps faded from outside the door, and he let out a breath of relief. If Nyla had walked in just a moment earlier, he wouldn't have been able to explain himself.

...

The next morning, Damon, Nyla, and Mason sat at the breakfast table.

Damon set his tablet aside and suddenly turned to Nyla. "Nyla, let's get married."

The thought of Drake circling Nyla like a predator had left Damon uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the verge of losing her.

Nyla froze, looking up at him.

Seeing the seriousness in his expression, she couldn't help but laugh. "Other people propose with a ring or at least some flowers.

"But you? You just hit me with a casual, 'Let's get married.' What am I supposed to say to that?"

Damon pressed his lips together. "You're right. That was thoughtless of me. If you're willing, I'll go buy a ring right away."

She rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable. No sense of romance or surprise at all."

As she took a sip of her milk, she was about to add something more when Damon's phone buzzed on the table.

He glanced at the screen. Upon seeing it was a call from Spencer, his expression darkened. Spencer rarely contacted him early in the morning unless it was urgent.

Damon stood and answered the call a few steps away. "What's going on?"

"Mr. Sumner, we just got a call from the Wilkie Group. They said they want to terminate all our partnerships," Spencer reported.

"Sure." He extended his arm, and Nyla carefully fastened the cufflinks onto his sleeves.

When she finished, she looked up at him. "If you're not swamped tonight, come home early. I have something to talk to you about."

"Okay. If I leave on time, I'll call you first," Damon answered.

After he left, Nyla returned to the dining table to finish her breakfast.

...

After dropping Mason off at kindergarten, Nyla was about to head home when she spotted a familiar figure by the roadside. She instinctively turned to get a better look and confirmed it was Alexander.

She frowned, and she took a deep breath before walking toward him. "Mr. Kinsey, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the guarded expression on her face, Alexander sighed. "Nyla, I just want to talk."

"We've already talked, and there's nothing more to say. I don't want to waste either of our time. And I'd appreciate it if you stopped contacting Buddy or meeting him," Nyla warned.