Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1196

Seeing the two large trucks filled with gifts, Damon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How much did you buy?"

"I bought all of his birthday and holiday gifts until he turns 20," Nyla answered. "I also labeled and categorized them by year. When the time comes, you can just pick one and give it to him."

Damon was at a loss for words.

After the service staff moved everything into the designated room, Nyla finished organizing the gifts.

When she turned around, she found Damon leaning silently against the doorframe.

Sensing something was off, she asked, "Damon, what's wrong?"

He pressed his lips together, meeting her gaze. "You prepared all these gifts for Buddy... What about me? Don't you have something for me to keep? Are you really planning to just leave like this?"

Nyla stepped closer, standing directly in front of him. "Buddy is the most precious thing I'm leaving for you. And I'm not disappearing forever. One day, the three of us will be together again."

Damon pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly that she could feel his body trembling.

She gently hugged him back, whispering, "Damon, as long as our hearts remain connected, that's all that matters."

It took a long time for Damon to finally calm down.

Releasing her slightly, he gazed at her and asked, "When do you plan to tell Buddy that you're leaving?"

"I haven't decided yet," Nyla replied.

Leaving suddenly would be cruel to Mason, who was only five. It would be cruel to her, too.

She didn't know how long she'd be gone—maybe she'd never return. Maybe, when she did, he wouldn't need her anymore.

No matter what, time lost could never be recovered.

Damon frowned. "You have to tell him tomorrow, or there won't be time. If you can't do it, I will."

Nyla bit her lip. "I'll tell him."

"Good," Damon replied.

Walking over, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's cold in the morning. Why are you out here dressed so lightly?"

When he held her hand, it was ice-cold. Without another word, he picked her up and carried her inside.

"I'm fine," Nyla protested. "I just couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk. It's not that cold."

"Your hands are freezing. If I hadn't woken up, you'd have turned into an ice block out here," Damon grunted.

She chuckled. "You're exaggerating. I'm wearing two layers, it's just my hands that are a little chilly."

By the time she finished speaking, they were already inside the villa.

"Alright, put me down. I'll go upstairs and change," she said.

Damon didn't let go. Instead, he carried her toward the sofa. "Wait here. I'll go upstairs and get you something warmer."

"I'll go up myself. Buddy is probably awake by now," Nyla replied.