Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Spencer and Damon stopped in front of Nyla.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Ms. Jayston. You're also having dinner here tonight?"

Nyla nodded. "Yes. I had plans with a friend."

"I'll go get the car. How about I drive you home afterward?" Spencer offered.

"No need, I drove here." Nyla replied.

"Alright then. Could you please keep an eye on Mr. Summer? He's had a bit too much to drink, and I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone, Spencer asked.

Nyla glanced at Damon. Despite the faint smell of alcohol, he seemed perfectly

sober.

Sensing her doubt, Spencer explained, "Mr. Sumner always appears sober, whether he is or not. He might look fine, but he could actually be quite drunk." Remembering how Damon had helped her several times before, Nyla felt it would be unkind to refuse. Alright, I'll watch over him."

Satisfied, Spencer quickly walked to the parking lot.

Once he left, silence settled between Nyla and Damon. His presence was impossible to ignore, so Nyla stared at her shoes to avoid his gaze. "How are you feeling?" Damon asked suddenly.

Nyla was taken aback, then realized he was referring to the incident in Rontana where she had almost been assaulted. She looked up. "I'm much better now. The ringing in my ears is gone too." "Good." With that, Damon fell silent again.

Nyla resumed staring at her shoes, feeling time drag on. She didn't notice Damon's occasional glances at her, nor did she see a photographer capturing their interaction from a passing car.

A black Maybach pulled up to the restaurant, and Spencer helped Damon into the car. "Thank you, Ms. Jayston. Where's your car parked?"

"Just outside the restaurant," she replied.

Nyla waved goodbye and walked to her car.

Seeing her get into a pink car, Spencer couldn't help but comment. "This model is really popular with women lately. My girlfriend is thinking about getting one too but hasn't decided on a color yet." Damon glanced out at the pink car and said indifferently, "It does look nice."

Back home, Nyla took a shower and went to bed.

Early the next morning, the was woken by the sound of her phone ringing.

Groggily, she answered, "Hello?"

"Nyla, what's with the photo online?!" Clark's angry voice came through the phone, making Nyla frown.

What was he ranting about so early in the morning?

"What photo?" she asked.

"The one of you and Uncle Damon at the restaurant! Do you know how many people have called me about it this morning?!" he thundered.

Photo at the restaurant?

Confused, Nyla hung up and was about to check the Internet when she saw dozens of messages from Valarie.

Valarie: [Nyla, what's with this photo?]

Valarie: [Don't you think Damon looks at you with some affection?]

Valarie: Where are you?! Show up! Does Damon really like you?

Valarie: [Did he hide his feelings because you got married but still can't help looking at you?]

Reading these messages, Nyla was speechless.

Why did everyone think Damon had feelings for her?

However, when she finally saw the photo, she was stunned.

The photo showed her and Damon standing outside the restaurant. She was looking down, while Damon had turned slightly to gaze at her, a soft light in his eyes.