Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 423

Seeing Nyla's sadness, Damon wanted to pull her into his arms. However, as soon as he touched her, she stepped back.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes as he noticed how she deliberately kept her distance.

"You should head home for now. I've asked Spencer to investigate, and I'll let you know when we have results," he said.

"Alright," Nyla answered.

She walked out of Prospectus Technology and saw Gabriel standing by her car, clearly waiting for her. She quickly approached, her attitude as cold as ever. "Do you need something?"

"Nyla, have you figured it out?" Gabriel asked.

Nyla looked up at him. "Figured out what?"

"Nothing," he replied.

His gentle facade only made Nyla feel more disgusted. He clearly despised her, yet continued to put on this act. She almost pitied him for how hard he tried.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," she said.

Gabriel nodded. "Alright."

As Nyla's car disappeared from sight, Gabriel finally looked away, got into his vehicle, and headed toward the police station.

…

Later that evening, Nyla was making dinner when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. She opened the door to find Damon standing there.

"Mr. Sumner, has Spencer found anything?" she asked.

The moment the door opened, Damon caught the scent of her cooking.

"Are you making dinner?" he asked.

Nyla pressed her lips together. "Yes."

Seeing that she wasn't going to invite him, Damon raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I haven't eaten yet. How about we talk over dinner?"

Nyla was surprised but shook her head. "No need. I can handle it."

Despite her protest, Damon washed his hands and, without waiting for her to object, took the knife from her and began slicing the potatoes himself.

As she watched him work with more skill and precision than she had, Nyla couldn't help but be impressed.

"I didn't expect you to be so good with a knife," she remarked.

Damon chuckled. "Back when I was starting my business, I didn't have much money to order takeout, so I had to cook for myself."

"Didn't your family help?" she asked, surprised.

Given that he was the most cherished son of the Sumner family, Nyla had assumed Richard and Marie would have supported him. She hadn't expected him to struggle with something as basic as food.

"They didn't," Damon replied. "I didn't want to rely on them. Otherwise, even if my business succeeded, I'd still be under their control."

"Oh." Nyla understood. Depending on family support often meant losing control over your own life—just like Clark.