Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1157

Once Nyla finished ordering, she handed the menu to Damon.

After he placed his order, she finally said, "By the way, I told Valarie about our marriage today. I plan to invite her and Brandon over for dinner in a few days."

Damon nodded. "Alright, it's up to you."

"Also, when will you have time to visit my dad and tell him about us?" Nyla asked.

"I might be busy for the next couple of days. How about Saturday?" Damon suggested.

"That works," she replied.

Looking at her seriously, Damon said, "Nyla, I owe you. Once everything is settled, I'll make it up to you with a proper wedding."

Seeing the guilt and sadness in his eyes, Nyla took his hand. "Don't be silly. I've already said I don't care about that. As long as the three of us are together and happy, that's all that matters."

"But I still feel like I've let you down," Damon said, his voice heavy with emotion. He loved her and couldn't bear the thought of her suffering, even a little. His heart ached for her.

"Enough of that! Today is our wedding day. Let's not dwell on these things. We're here to celebrate, so cheer up," Nyla encouraged.

"Alright," Damon agreed.

After dinner, Damon drove Nyla to the riverside.

She glanced at him, puzzled. "Why aren't we going home?"

"There's one more thing I need to do," Damon answered.

"What is it?" Just as she asked, fireworks suddenly burst in the night sky nearby.

Startled, she turned toward the display, her eyes widening in surprise. "This was your doing?"

He nodded. "Yes. I hope you like it."

"Thank you. I love it." Without saying more, she focused on the dazzling fireworks filling the sky.

Damon stood quietly beside her, his gaze not on the sky but on her.

"Fine, but I hope you won't interfere when I take action," Drake reminded him.

"If your actions harm Nyla or Buddy in any way, I won't let you off!" Alexander warned, his tone sharp.

Drake sipped his wine, raising an eyebrow. "You can relax about that. My goal is to be Nyla's fiancé. Hurting her or Buddy wouldn't serve me any purpose."

"You better keep your word!" With that, Alexander stood and left.

Drake glanced at the fireworks outside, smirked, drained his wine, and exited the restaurant.

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After watching the fireworks, Damon and Nyla returned home around 10:00 p.m.

As they stepped into the living room, Damon's phone began to ring.

Upon seeing that it was Spencer, his face darkened slightly. He turned to Nyla. "I need to take this call. You should head upstairs and get some rest. Don't wait up for me."