Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 839

After they finished eating and rested for a bit, they set off to head back down. The descent was much faster than the climb, and they reached the halfway point in less than half an hour.

Mason walked quickly and would occasionally run when the path was flat.

Nyla kept an eye on him, reminding him to slow down, but she wasn't watching the stones under her feet. She stepped on one and slipped.

"Ah!" she cried out.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle as she stumbled toward the railing.

Damon quickly grabbed her hand to steady her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Nyla's face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. "I think I twisted my ankle."

"Hold onto the railing. Let me check it," Damon instructed.

Once she was stable, he crouched down to examine her ankle. Seeing that it was swollen, he frowned. "It's swollen—you probably sprained it."

He stood up, turned his backpack around to the front, and crouched down again. "Get on my back. I'll carry you down," he told Nyla.

"But we still have quite a distance to go..." Nyla hesitated.

"I'm not that weak. Just get on," Damon insisted.

Nyla bit her lip but finally agreed, climbing onto his back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Damon stood up and began the descent, his broad back providing her with a reassuring sense of security.

Mason, who had been running around earlier, quieted down after Nyla twisted her ankle. He stayed close to Damon as they made their way down.

When they reached the car, Mason looked at Nyla with guilt in his eyes. "Mommy, I'm sorry... It's my fault."

After all the commotion, they finally returned to the villa, close to evening.

Once they parked, Damon carried Nyla straight to her room.

Nyla laughed, a bit helpless. "The doctor said it's just a sprain. I can walk on my own."

"But the doctor also said to avoid walking as much as possible," Damon countered.

His tone was so firm that Nyla couldn't help but comply.

He placed her on the couch, stood up, and said, "I'll run a bath for you. Since your foot's not in the best shape, do you want to use the bathtub?"

"No need. I can stand for a bit," Nyla replied.

Besides, he'd have to carry her in and out if she used the bathtub. The thought of that made her ears turn red.