Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 406

Not long after Nyla's car hit the road, she sensed something was amiss. She deliberately changed directions several times, but the black car continued to follow her.

She frowned in concern. It was clear that the unmarked car was tailing her.

After a moment of consideration, she decided to turn around and head in the opposite direction from her home.

…

About ten minutes later, Nyla parked her car in front of the police station.

The car following her finally realized something was wrong and tried to leave, but the police quickly stopped it.

Officers swiftly detained the occupant of the car.

Only after confirming her safety did Nyla get out of her vehicle.

"Ms. Jayston, please come with us to make a statement," an officer requested.

Nyla nodded and glanced at the person being led into the police station. He appeared to be in his early 20s, with a square face and plain features—one of those faces that blended into a crowd.

Nyla was certain she had never seen him before.

The man was visibly enraged. "Why are you arresting me? Just because you're cops, you think you're so great?"

One of the officers replied coldly, "Driving an unlicensed vehicle is illegal, and you're also suspected of stalking. You need to cooperate with the investigation."

During the questioning, Nyla learned that the man's name was Steven Abney and that he worked at a car repair shop in Saintornia.

When asked why he had been following her, he flippantly replied that he thought she was attractive and wanted to be friends.

Since Steven had not caused Nyla any actual harm, the police gave him a stern warning before letting him go.

As Nyla left the police station, she saw Steven waiting outside, his face dark with anger.

When he noticed her, he sneered and said coldly, "You're lucky this time. Next time, it won't be so easy."

Nyla ignored him and got into her car, driving away.

…

Soon, Valarie finished washing up and came out of the bathroom.

Nyla's breakfast was ready, and she was pouring milk.

Sitting across from her, Valarie looked at the eggs and bacon on her plate with excitement. "Is there anything better than waking up from a hangover to find breakfast waiting? You might as well forget about dating—just the two of us can handle it internally."

Nyla gave her a sidelong glance. "Sorry, but I'm not interested in women. Also, this is my breakfast. Your breakfast is in the kitchen. I'll get it for you right away."

Valarie looked touched. "You even made a special breakfast for me? I..."

When she saw the oatmeal Nyla was holding, her gratitude froze on her face. She hated oatmeal more than anything.

Nyla placed the oatmeal in front of her and said, "It's specially made for you. You have to finish it—every last drop."

"I'd rather have eggs and bacon..." Valarie started.

"No, you vomited several times last night. Your stomach is empty, and greasy food isn't good for it," Nyla chided.