Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 812

Nyla avoided Damon's gaze, pondering how to respond.

After several seconds, Damon's deep voice broke the silence. "Still haven't figured out what to say? Then I might just—"

"Wait!" Nyla quickly raised her head, placing a hand over his mouth as she met his stare. "No matter what I say, you're just going to say it isn't good enough and keep doing what you were doing, right?"

In her clear eyes, Damon saw his own reflection, feeling as if he were the only person in her world.

His gaze suddenly turned intense and locked onto hers with a predatory focus, leaving no room for escape.

Heat rose in Nyla's cheeks under his piercing stare. She bit her lip and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?!"

Did he realize how intimidating that look was? It felt as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Damon remained silent, the tension between them thickening.

Nyla felt her hand, which rested against his chest, weaken. Should she just beg for mercy to get him to let her go?

Just as she was considering her options, Damon's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing it was Spencer, Damon sobered up and answered the call.

After a few moments of listening, he glanced at Nyla and abruptly released her.

"Go play with Buddy. I need to handle some work," he said.

Nyla sighed in relief, turning and rushing out the door.

As he watched her hurried retreat, Damon's gaze softened. Then, as if reminded of something, his expression turned cold once more.

"I understand. Keep an eye on the situation. If anything happens, let me know immediately," Damon instructed.

After hanging up, he stared into the deepening night, his expression inscrutable. Several minutes later, he picked up his phone and called Nathaniel.

…

Nathaniel stepped out of his study after ending the call.

Rebecca was sitting on the couch watching TV. Hearing footsteps approaching, she instinctively shrank back.

In recent years, Nathaniel had been hitting her more frequently, treating her like a punching bag. She had developed a heightened sense of anxiety whenever he was around. Seeing anything related to him filled her with fear, let alone hearing his footsteps.

When the footsteps stopped behind her, she struggled to calm herself and slowly turned her head.