Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 424

Nyla lowered her gaze to the soup bubbling in the pot and fell silent.

The kitchen was quiet, save for the sound of Damon chopping vegetables and the faint hum of the range hood.

When Damon finished slicing the potatoes, Nyla glanced at him. "You can go sit in the living room. I'll handle the rest."

Their relationship wasn't the kind where they should be cooking together. Nyla was already starting to regret not turning him away at the door.

Damon stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. "Alright."

Once he left the kitchen, Nyla breathed a sigh of relief. She poured the soup into a bowl, quickly washed the pot, and began stir-frying the potatoes.

About ten minutes later, she brought the dishes out, surprised to find Damon asleep on the sofa. She instinctively softened her footsteps.

After setting the table, Nyla hesitated to wake him. In the end, she decided to give him another 30 minutes. If he was still asleep by then, she'd wake him.

Fortunately, Damon woke on his own after just over ten minutes.

At first, there was a brief moment of confusion before clarity returned. He turned to look at Nyla, who was typing on her phone. Clearing his throat softly, he got her attention.

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked.

Nyla looked up, her expression calm. "You were tired and fell asleep on the sofa. I figured I'd give you half an hour before waking you."

Damon hadn't expected to doze off like that. He had been working nonstop and was more exhausted than he realized. Rubbing his temples, he stood up. "Next time, just wake me."

Nyla nodded, though she thought to herself there probably wouldn't be a next time.

"Do you want to wash up before we eat?" she asked.

"Sure," Damon replied.

By the time they sat down to eat, it was already past 7:00 p.m.

Nyla's grip on her cutlery tightened as she lowered her head in silence.

Noticing her reaction, Damon frowned. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him?"

Nyla shook her head. "No, it's not that. I just don't understand why he did it."

"You don't need to understand. Just know that he wanted to hurt you. Stay away from him from now on, and that's enough," Damon replied.

"Okay," Nyla murmured.

After dinner, Damon insisted on helping Nyla clear the table and do the dishes, despite her protests. In the end, she gave up trying to stop him.

Once the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, she turned to him. "It's getting late. You should head home. I'm going to rest soon."

A hint of bitterness flashed through Damon's eyes. "Alright. Don't worry about the data leak anymore. I'll handle everything."