Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 838

Nyla glared at Damon. "Could you please be a bit more serious?"

Damon feigned innocence and replied, "I was talking about my biceps. What's not serious about that? Or are you the one having lewd thoughts?"

Seeing the mischievous glint in Damon's eyes, Nyla realized he was teasing her on purpose.

Just as she was about to respond, Mason's voice called from up ahead, "Daddy, Mommy, come over here! Let's take a picture!"

Nyla took a deep breath, pushed Damon away, and hurried forward without looking back.

Damon watched her stomp off with a fond smile. They quickly caught up with Mason, who was bouncing with excitement in a small gazebo.

"Mommy, let's take pictures here!" Mason exclaimed.

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

While they chatted, Damon had already set down his backpack and pulled out his phone. "I'll take the pictures."

He joined Nyla and Mason, standing together for a few shots, then turned to Mason with a grin. "Now, you take a picture of Mommy and Daddy!"

"Okay!" Mason agreed happily.

"We don't really need to. We're just here to have fun with Buddy," Nyla said.

Damon looked at her seriously and said, "We've never had a photo together. I want one with you."

Seeing the expectation in his eyes, Nyla couldn't bear to refuse. "Alright."

Damon showed Mason how to take the picture and told him to stand back while he moved closer to Nyla. "Just standing here looks too plain. Let's strike a pose."

Before Nyla could respond, Damon wrapped an arm around her waist, turning to Mason. "Okay, Buddy, you can take it now."

After climbing for over an hour, they finally reached the halfway point. There was a suspension bridge there, and they took a few group photos before pressing on.

The rain began to intensify, so they donned their rain jackets and continued up the mountain.

After another hour of hiking, they finally reached the summit. By then, the rain had stopped, and the mist in the mountains cleared, revealing the peaks in their original glory.

Although it was winter, it rarely snowed here. The rolling mountains had shed their autumn colors for a deep, dark coat. Most of the trees had turned yellow, their sparse leaves swaying gently in the breeze.

Sunlight bathed the mountains, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. The exposed rocks shimmered under the sun like stoic guardians protecting this tranquil land. The winding paths were covered in fallen leaves, crunching underfoot like nature's winter symphony.

Damon unpacked a waterproof mat from his bag and spread it on the ground, setting out food and water in the center before turning to Nyla and Mason. "Come eat something first."

Seeing that Damon had prepared mostly their favorite snacks, Nyla bit her lip as a warm feeling swelled in her heart.