Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 884

Seeing Damon look weary, Nyla pursed her lips before asking, "Want me to give you a massage?"

Damon shook his head. "No need. I'm good now."

"Alright," Nyla replied.

Damon spent another hour working on his documents before they both headed to bed.

After their showers, he offered to dry Nyla's hair.

"Aren't you tired? I can do it myself," she said.

"I'll do it," he insisted, taking the hairdryer from her with such determination that she had to let him.

"Fine," she relented.

Turning her back to him, she let the warmth of the dryer lull her into relaxation, nearly dozing off by the time he finished.

Setting the dryer aside, he told her, "You go ahead and sleep. I just remembered I have one more document to sign, and then I'll be up."

Nyla, thinking nothing of it, nodded. "Okay."

Once out of the room, Damon glanced at the few strands of her hair he held in his hand, his expression unreadable.

In under ten minutes, he returned, slipping into bed quietly.

However, his mind kept whirling, thinking of ways to get a hair sample from Harrison. Just as he was lost in thought, Nyla's voice cut through the silence.

"Damon, is something going on at the company? You seem a bit off today, like something's weighing on you," she said.

"No, it's nothing. Just tired," he replied.

After parking, they headed upstairs, only to find Wren standing at the door.

Although she was decked out in designer clothes and carried herself differently than she had five years prior, Nyla recognized her instantly.

Wren didn't notice their approach and was speaking through the door. "Harrison, open up. We need to talk."

Harrison's frustrated voice sounded from inside. "I know what you're after, and I'll never agree to it. Leave now, or I'm calling the police."

Wren froze. Just as she raised her hand to knock again, a cold voice spoke from behind her. "Ms. Hackett, if you continue harassing my father, I'll call the police right now."

Wren turned around quickly. She wasn't surprised when she saw Nyla and Damon. She forced a smile. "Nyla, you're here to see your father?"

Her tone was casual, as if they hadn't had a falling out years ago.

Nyla refused to play along, her expression steely. "This has nothing to do with you. Leave immediately."