Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 

“Eat your breakfast.” Clark’s tone was cold, clearly upset by Nyla’s indifference. 

Nyla replied, “I’m not hungry right now. I’ll eat later. You should go back 

to work.” 

Clark’s anger, which had been simmering since earlier, finally boiled over. He looked at her coldly, his voice laced with accusation. “Are you not hungry, or do you just lose your appetite when you see me?” 

Nyla frowned. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“That’s exactly what you meant. When Grandma called you to the house last night, why did you lie and say you were having dinner with colleagues?” Clark demanded. 

If he hadn’t sensed something was wrong and called Valarie, he might still be in the dark about her lie. 

Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression calm. “I didn’t want you to worry.” 

Clark sneered. “Don’t take me for a fool, Nyla. Are you worried about me, or are you afraid I’ll drag my uncle down?” 

She took a deep breath, her gaze growing icy as she met his eyes. ” Clark, can you stop being unreasonable?” 

“Am I the one being unreasonable, or are you hiding something?” Clark pressed. 

He grabbed her chin and leaned in close, enunciating each word, “Nyla, if you have any feelings for my uncle, you’d better stop them now. Do you think the Sumners will let him marry a divorced woman who was once his nephew’s wife?” 

They were so close that Nyla could see the mockery and disdain in 

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Clark’s eyes. It was as if he were laughing at her foolishness. 

She pushed his hand away with disgust, meeting his gaze coldly. “Don’t worry. I know my place. I have no inappropriate thoughts about him!” 

Seeing the anger on her face, Clark suddenly chuckled. “Good. But let me remind you, don’t play with fire.” 

“Now that you’ve reminded me, can you leave? I don’t want to see your face!” Nyla hissed. 

Her eyes were filled with loathing, and Clark felt a sharp pain in his heart -his breath became heavy. 

“What a pity. You’ll have to look at it for the rest of your life!” he snarled. 

Nyla didn’t respond, turning away from him coldly. 

“Remember to eat your breakfast. It will get stale and hurt your stomach, 

Clark reminded. 

Seeing her icy expression, he said nothing more and left the room. 

As he opened the door, he saw Damon standing there, his expression unreadable. It seemed Damon had overheard the conversation. 

Clark smiled. “Uncle Damon, Nyla will be discharged this afternoon. You can leave now.” 

Damon gave him a cold look and then gestured to Spencer. “Pass the items to him.”