Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 794

Chapter 794 

Damon picked up the car keys and said, “I’ll take you there.” 

Worried that Valarie might get into trouble at the bar, Nyla nodded. “Okay.” 

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By the time they arrived at the bar, an hour had passed. 

When they found Valarie, she was already a bit dazed and being hit on by a drunken man. Nyla stepped forward and swatted the man’s hand away from Valarie. 

“Stay away from her!” she warned. 

The man, his face flushed with alcohol, turned angrily to face her. When he saw how beautiful she was, his eyes lit up. “Hey, gorgeous, what’s your number-” 

Before he could finish his sentence, a chilling voice came from behind him. “Touch her, and you’ll regret it!” 

The man turned to meet Damon’s icy gaze. He shuddered, sobering up a little. 

Noticing Damon’s distinguished appearance, the man awkwardly smiled. “Sorry, I mistook her for someone else.” 

He quickly turned and left, clearly eager to avoid Damon. 

Nyla supported the dazed Valarie, who was nearly unable to stand. “Valarie, what happened? Why did you drink so much?” 

Valarie looked up with bleary eyes and recognized Nyla. She smiled and greeted her, “Nyla, you’re here…” 

“I’m taking you home,” Nyla said. 

“No… I don’t want to go back. I’m not drunk! I can still drink! Let’s keep going…” Valarie slurred. 

She struggled to get up and reach for an empty glass on the bar, but the room kept spinning, and she couldn’t grab it no matter how many times she tried. 

“Hey… why is this glass moving…” she mumbled. 

“You’re drunk. Let’s go home,” Nyla coaxed. 

“I’m not drunk!” Valarie insisted stubbornly. 

Nyla didn’t want to argue with someone who was intoxicated. Thus, she nodded and played along, “Okay, okay, you’re not drunk. It’s too noisy here. Let’s go back and drink together. I’ll drink with you until you’ve had enough!” 

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Chapter 794 

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“You promised… hic… that!” Valarie exclaimed. 

“Yep, no stopping until dawn,” Nyla placated. 

Finally, Valarie relented and allowed Nyla to lead her out of the bar. 

As they stepped outside, a cold wind blew, and Valarie shivered. 

Nyla took off her jacket and draped it over her. 

In the next moment, she felt another jacket being placed on herself. A surge of warmth filled her as she inhaled Damon’s scent of pine. 

Nyla helped Valarie toward the parking lot. Once they were in the car, she fastened Valarie’s seatbelt. Just as she was about to close the door, Valarie started flailing her arms and legs, screaming, “Help! I’m being choked! Let me go! Who’s trying to hurt me…” 

Watching Valarie twist and turn in panic, Nyla was speechless. She pressed Valarie down gently, reassuring her, “Valarie, it’s just the seatbelt, not a rope.” 

“I don’t care! It feels like a rope! Waaa… Nyla, are you trying to hurt me…” Valarie cried. 

Nyla was dumbfounded. She turned to Damon and said, “I’ll sit in the back to take care of her.” 

“Okay,” Damon replied. 

Nyla climbed into the back seat and comforted Valarie until she finally calmed down. “Should I take her back to the Weirs?” Damon’s deep voice came from the front seat. 

” 

Nyla pursed her lips as she considered his question. “If we go back now, her parents will definitely worry. Let’s have her stay with us tonight, and she can go back tomorrow when she’s sober.” 

Damon nodded. “Okay.” 

By the time they returned to the villa, Valarie had already fallen asleep. 

Nyla and Lydia helped her to the guest room on the first floor. 

“Ms. Kinsey, I’ll make some soup,” Lydia said.