Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 872

With a final scornful look, Nathaniel strode away.

Rebecca stared at his back, her eyes burning with hatred. He despised her, but she felt no less resentment toward him.

Every day she endured his torment, desperate to escape this life. If she could go back, she'd never have let Nathaniel into her life.

When Nathaniel returned to his study, he immediately called Damon to recount everything Rebecca had just told him.

"Sounds like Drake might not have any ill intentions toward Nyla," he ventured.

Damon tapped rhythmically on his desk, his eyes cast down. "Thanks, but this doesn't really add up to what I need."

Nathaniel knew Rebecca's vague answers were hardly useful, so he said, "I wasn't planning to get anything out of this. I'll get Rebecca to reach out to Drake again, see if we can dig deeper. Then we'll talk."

"Sure," Damon answered.

Damon hung up and set his phone down, a cold glint in his eyes. He only wanted peace with Nyla, yet trouble seemed to find them again and again.

If that were the case, he'd just have to eliminate each disturbance as it arose.

…

It was nearly midnight by the time Damon returned to the bedroom.

Nyla was sitting up with a book, her face calm and serene in the soft lamplight. Hearing the door, she looked up with a gentle smile.

"Work all done?" she asked.

Damon nodded. "Mm. Why're you still up?"

"I was waiting for you," she replied.

Nyla retrieved the hairdryer and motioned for Damon to sit in front of her. "Come here."

As she gently ran her fingers through his hair, the hairdryer buzzed quietly between them.

The only sound in the room was the warm rush of air, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a cozy light over them.

Nyla's fingers brushed Damon's ear occasionally, sending a slight shiver down his spine. His gaze locked onto her, a sudden intensity flickering in his eyes.

Caught by the heat in Damon's gaze, Nyla felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her fingers momentarily stiffening around the hairdryer.

She bit her lip, a simple movement that seemed to enflame the air between them.

Damon's eyes darkened. Nyla's lips, slightly pale but now tinged with pink from her own bite, appeared as tempting as a blooming rose. It was impossible to resist.

Without another thought, his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.