Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 896

The moment Nyla's lips touched Damon's face, his usually calm eyes flickered. It was like a stone was dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples that wouldn't settle for a long time.

"Alright, don't be upset. Ruby also needs to stay late, and you're always staying up late with documents too, right?" Nyla coaxed.

Just as she was pulling away, her waist was suddenly gripped, and she was pulled back into Damon's embrace.

Then... things escalated quickly.

As Nyla got kissed, every sense seemed to vanish, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of their lips pressed together. She felt like a small boat in the middle of a storm, clutching Damon's shirt to keep from being swept away.

It felt like forever before Damon released her lips.

Her once pale lips were now slightly swollen, glistening with moisture. They looked almost like cherries in bloom, as if they still carried the scent of sweetness.

Seeing Damon staring at her lips with dark, intense eyes, Nyla hastily pushed him away and retreated from his embrace.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy. The way he looked at her was like a predator eyeing its prey, and she feared he might devour her at any moment.

She quickly moved as far away from him as possible, wary he might act impulsively again.

Noticing her defensive posture, Damon couldn't help but smile, his voice low. "Don't worry. I won't do anything inappropriate in the car."

Nyla was speechless. Was what just happened not inappropriate?

She could hardly catch her breath, and her lips were still tingling. She didn't trust Damon's assurances one bit.

"Take me to the office," she ordered.

Damon nodded. "Alright."

"I have files to look through anyway. If you're not done when it gets too late, I'll leave first," he reassured her.

As he spoke, Damon had already stepped toward the building.

Nyla was about to argue, but he seemed to anticipate her objection. He cut her off, "If you keep trying to stop me, you won't be going to work, and we're going back now."

Hearing this, Nyla wisely kept her mouth shut and followed him into the building.

When they reached the elevator, Damon pressed the button for her floor, then told her, "If you're too tired, just rest. Don't push yourself."

From his angle, he could clearly see Nyla's delicate beauty. All the thoughts he had been trying to suppress came rushing back, tightening his throat and making his mouth dry. They had both been so busy lately, and he had been holding himself back for a while.

Nyla had no idea what he was thinking. She just nodded and said, "I know. You should head home early, too. Buddy's still at home."