Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 277

The next moment, Nyla felt a soft touch on her forehead, like a feather gently brushing against her skin, tickling her heart.

Damon pressed a light kiss to her forehead before pulling back, his gaze betraying a hint of guilt.

"Nyla, I'm sorry. Thinking about how much you were willing to give up for Clark made me uncomfortable, but that wasn't fair to you," he apologized.

When he decided to be with her, he knew he should accept her past and not hold it against her.

Nyla was momentarily stunned. Then, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his chest as she murmured, "Okay."

Her body felt soft in his arms, and her fragrance was intoxicating.

Damon's gaze darkened with desire. "Nyla, if you keep holding me like this, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

The restrained desire in his voice sent a shiver through Nyla, a warm tingle spreading across her body as her cheeks flushed slightly.

She quickly pushed him away, her eyes flashing with a mix of mock anger and embarrassment. "I just hugged you for a moment."

Damon awkwardly rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "I have a meeting to attend. Let's go."

He quickly opened the car door and got out.

Nyla patted her slightly warm cheeks and followed him out of the car, walking together to the elevator.

Damon wanted to escort her to the lab, but she refused.

"You dropping me off at the lab this morning already caused enough of a stir. I don't want to go through that again. Besides, you're injured. You should sit and rest as much as possible," she said.

"Alright," Damon agreed, looking at her with a soft expression and a faint smile.

His gaze made Nyla feel a familiar warmth spreading across her face. She shot him a glare. "Stop looking at me like that!"

Her tone lacked any real threat and sounded more like teasing.

Damon chuckled. "Why? You're my girlfriend. Can't I look at my girlfriend?"

Nyla didn't move. "Why?"

She had a sense that nothing good would come from complying with his request.

Damon sighed. "You're standing too far away from me."

Although he wanted to do many things with her, he knew it was better to take things slowly. He didn't want to scare her off.

"This distance is fine, and I'll be out of the elevator soon—" Before Nyla could finish, Damon reached out with his long arm, pulling her into his embrace.

She instinctively tried to break free, but his arm tightened around her waist, leaving her no chance to escape.

As she thought about the surveillance cameras capturing this scene and the possibility of the elevator stopping at any moment, she felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"Damon! Don't push your luck!" she scolded.