Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792 

“I’m being serious,” Damon said. 

“I don’t want to deal with you right now. Walter, look for a pharmacy up ahead and stop the car,” Nyla requested. 

Walter nodded and soon pulled over at an intersection. 

“Ms. Kinsey, there’s a pharmacy here,” he informed her. 

“Great,” Nyla replied, turning to Damon. “I’ll go buy some medicine. Wait here for me.” 

Damon wanted to stop her, but seeing the worry in her eyes, he swallowed his words and nodded. “Okay.” 

As Nyla got out of the car and walked toward the pharmacy, she bumped into a delivery person rushing out, causing the medicine in their hands to fall to the ground. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Nyla apologized. 

The delivery person bent down to pick up the medicine when a shocked voice called out, ” Ruby?!” 

Ruby looked up, recognizing Nyla, and a hint of panic flashed across her face. “N–Nyla…” “Did you leave work early just to make deliveries?” Nyla asked. 

Ruby hurriedly picked up the fallen medicine, avoiding eye contact with Nyla. “I’m running late on this order. I need to deliver this medicine now. I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow 

Nyla frowned, about to say something, but Ruby hurried away. She quickly walked to her parked e–bike, placed the medicine in the delivery box, and rode off. 

It wasn’t until Ruby’s thin figure disappeared from view that Nyla turned and entered the pharmacy. After buying the anti–inflammatory ointment, she returned to the car, her mind heavy with thoughts. 

As soon as she closed the door, she met Damon’s probing gaze. 

“What did you say to that delivery person?” he asked. 

Since they were at a distance, Damon hadn’t clearly seen who it was and didn’t realize it was a 

woman. 

Nyla paused for a moment before shaking her head. “It’s nothing. Let me apply the ointment for you.” 

She opened the ointment and gently pulled Damon’s right hand in front of her, applying the cream and massaging his arm. 

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Noticing her distracted demeanor, Damon frowned and withdrew his hand. “You don’t need to massage it. It’s fine now.” 

“Oh… okay,” Nyla replied. 

The car fell silent again as Nyla tucked the ointment away, her head down and lost in thought. Damon’s expression darkened, and he silently signaled Walter to drive. 

When Walter saw Damon’s grim face in the rearview mirror, he nervously started the car. 

By the time they reached the villa, neither of them had spoken, and the atmosphere in the car grew colder. 

Nyla kept wondering why Ruby was working as a delivery person. Was she really short on cash? Had she run out of the money she borrowed from her?