Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 902

While showering, Damon was surprisingly well-behaved.

Nyla thought he had turned over a new leaf and relaxed a bit.

Yet when they returned to the bedroom, she had just finished drying her hair, ready to sleep, when he approached her.

Before she could refuse, his lips were on hers, and his hands pried hers open, forcing their fingers to intertwine.

The night was cool like water, and Nyla felt as if she were being swept by the tides—sometimes washed up on a dry beach, other times pulled toward the deep sea.

…

Nyla woke up late the next morning.

She glanced at her phone, which read 8:08 a.m., and hurriedly got up, quickly washing and changing.

Within ten minutes, she was downstairs.

Damon and Mason were sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

When Mason saw Nyla, he put down his glass of milk and said in a sweet voice, "Good morning, Mommy."

"Good morning." Nyla kissed his cheek and wiped off the milk stains with a napkin before sitting down beside him.

Damon looked at her and asked, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"If I slept longer, I'd miss the whole day," Nyla retorted.

Her tone was sharp, and her expression tense as she looked at him.

After all, by the end of last night, she had begged him several times, but he still wouldn't let her off. He even tricked her by saying he'd relent if she called him "hubby”.

Once she did, the storm only got worse.

She could still feel her legs trembling as she got out of bed.

The man who had caused all this was now sitting calmly across from her, eating breakfast.

Nyla vowed never to trust a man's words again, especially in bed.

Damon, knowing he had been too rough last night, felt a little guilty and cleared his throat. "I'll be gentler next time."