Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 435

The delicate feel of Nyla's skin against Damon's hand darkened his gaze.

Nyla's eyes were closed. Under the soft light above her, her curled lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, like a butterfly poised to take flight.

Damon gazed at her serene, sleeping face, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.

He wasn't going to give up that easily. Even if she pushed him away a thousand times, he would keep trying until she was ready to start over with him.

A server approached with their dishes, surprised to see Nyla asleep. "Sir, should we bring the food out now, or..."

"There's no need. Just bring me the bill," Damon replied.

The server hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded. "Alright. I'll get that for you right away."

After settling the bill, Damon gently picked up Nyla and left the restaurant.

…

When Nyla woke up again, she found herself in a bedroom. She sat up abruptly, eyes wide in shock. Only after noticing she was wearing pajamas did she finally relax.

Wasn't she having dinner with Damon? How did she end up there? Was it all just a dream?

She quickly grabbed her phone and saw the date: the 14th. She had invited Damon to dinner the night before, meaning last night hadn't been a dream after all.

It was just that she had no memory of what had happened after a few glasses of wine.

Hurriedly, she went downstairs and saw Valarie sitting on the couch, flipping through some documents. She rushed over to ask, "Valarie, how did I get back last night?"

Valarie looked up at her with a teasing smile. "You don't remember?"

"Uh... Was I drunk last night?" Nyla asked cautiously.

"Maybe…" she murmured.

Thinking about how she had gotten drunk in front of Damon, when she had planned to treat him, Nyla felt a headache forming. She wished she had avoided drinking altogether.

Seeing her frustration, Valarie couldn't resist teasing, "You have no idea how carefully Damon handled you when he brought you back. I tried to help, but he insisted on carrying you to your room before he left."

Nyla was speechless. If there were a pillow nearby, she would have gladly thrown herself into it.

"Valarie, I still feel a bit dizzy. I'm going to head upstairs," she said hastily.

She quickly turned and fled to her bedroom, hoping Valarie wouldn't continue to laugh at her.

Once inside, she closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and then picked up her phone to call Damon.