Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1149

Seeing Nyla's furious expression, Damon spoke calmly. "Nyla, don't get upset yet. Let me finish."

"What's there to listen to?" Nyla snapped. "Do you really think Alexander and Drake wouldn't be able to find me and Buddy? Going abroad would be even more dangerous. Not only could we run into unforeseen incidents, but they could also find us and drag us back to Meristate."

Damon stood and pulled her into his arms. "I understand what you're worried about. But if I'm suggesting sending you both away, it means I've already arranged everything to ensure your safety. Trust me, okay?"

"I won't do it!" Nyla shoved him away, her voice cold. "No matter what you say, I'm not agreeing to leave the country."

With that, she turned and left the room.

Damon's eyes filled with helplessness and pain as he watched her retreating figure.

He knew why Nyla refused to leave—it was because she was worried about him. But he was just as concerned about her and Mason's safety.

Because of their earlier argument, Nyla didn't spare Damon a single glance during dinner. She focused entirely on talking to Mason.

Damon tried to start a conversation several times, but seeing her icy expression, the words died in his throat.

After dinner, as Nyla headed upstairs, Damon couldn't hold back anymore.

"Nyla," he said, grabbing her hand. "Can we talk in the study?"

She pulled her hand away. "We have nothing to talk about. I'm not leaving the country. There's no point in discussing this further."

As soon as she finished speaking, Damon scooped her up and carried her toward the study.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Nyla shouted, startled and angry.

Damon didn't respond. He strode into the study, kicked the door shut, and set her down on the sofa.

"Nyla, we need to have this conversation," he said firmly.

"I've said everything I need to say. I'm not going abroad. Even if you send me and Buddy away, I'll find a way to come back.

Half an hour later, they emerged hand in hand, each holding a marriage certificate.

Damon looked at Nyla, his voice gentle. "Mrs. Sumner, I'll be counting on you from now on."

"Mr. Sumner, same here," she replied with a warm smile.

Opening her marriage certificate, she said, "Let's take a picture."

"Alright," Damon said.

He took out his phone, and they leaned in close to snap a selfie.

"All set. You should head to work now. I have something to take care of later," Nyla said.

Raising a brow, Damon asked, "What is it?"