Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 847

"Give me a kiss, and I'll let go," Damon requested.

Nyla glared at him. "Damon, can you stop being so childish?"

"I just want a good morning kiss. If you don't give it to me, I won't let go," he insisted.

At that moment, Nyla saw a reflection of Mason in Damon. Before Mason turned three, he had to have a kiss on his face every morning, or he would throw a tantrum. Just like father, like son.

Thinking about how Valarie was waiting for her downstairs, Nyla leaned over and quickly pecked Damon on the cheek before pulling back.

"Can you let go of me now?" she asked, her tone calm, though the slight blush on her ears betrayed her.

Damon didn't tease her further and released her hand.

As Nyla sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, Damon's strong hands steadied her.

"I'll help you wash up," he said.

With his assistance, she moved much more quickly, so she didn't refuse.

Once they entered the bathroom, Nyla noticed a black toothbrush and cup beside her own. Everything else had also been doubled.

She pointed at the toothbrush and cup. "What's this about?"

Damon rubbed his nose. "If I said it's to make it easier to take care of you, would you believe me?"

"Do you think I would?" Nyla replied.

"Okay, fine. I just want to hold your hand every night before bed and wake up to you every morning," Damon confessed.

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes stirred something unexplainable in Nyla, and she didn't know how to respond. She turned her gaze away, her voice soft. "I'll go wash up first."

Damon placed Nyla on the sofa opposite Valarie and greeted her before heading to the study, leaving the living room to the two of them.

As soon as he left, Valarie teased, "Looks like Damon's been holding back for years. I can't believe you still managed to get up so early today."

Upon realizing what she was implying, Nyla's face turned red. She quickly explained, "I twisted my ankle, and it's hard for me to walk, so he had to carry me."

Valarie eyed her skeptically. "If it's just a twisted ankle, why are you blushing?"

Nyla was speechless.

Clearing her throat, she asked, "What brings you here so early?"

"I wanted to invite you shopping, but since you've twisted your ankle, what's the point? By the way, how did you twist your ankle? It wasn't because you and Damon…" Valarie trailed off suggestively.

"No!" Nyla interrupted, afraid Valarie would say something scandalous. She hadn't expected her to have such a vivid imagination. "I twisted it while hiking yesterday."