Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Nyla wore a white knitted sweater, and the sapphire necklace sparkled brilliantly against the white, drawing all attention to it.

Damon imagined how stunning she would look in the summer, when her delicate collarbones were more exposed. Any jewelry seemed to look perfect on her.

"You look amazing," he said.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Nyla... what should I do? I can't stop thinking about kissing you," Damon murmured.

Nyla looked up, her gaze locking with his deep, intense eyes. Instinctively, she curled her fingers.

The next second, she reached up and pulled him into another kiss, her lips pressing firmly against his.

Neither of them knew who lost control first, but soon the kiss grew overwhelming, stirring emotions they struggled to contain.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, both flushed and breathless.

About half an hour later, they got out of the car and entered the villa.

By then, it was close to 10:00 p.m., and Mason had already gone upstairs to bed.

Nyla assumed Damon would head to the study to work, but to her surprise, he followed her into the bedroom.

"Aren't you working tonight?" she asked.noveldrama

"No, I've got something more important to do," he replied.

At first, Nyla wondered what Damon meant by "something important".

By the time she found herself pinned beneath him in bed, whispering those three little words over and over, she understood exactly what he had meant.

In the end, she was exhausted, her voice hoarse from their activity, but he showed no signs of stopping.

When he carried her into the bathroom to clean up, she glanced at her phone—it was already 4:00 a.m.

What a beast!

...

The next morning, Nyla barely managed to get out of bed, relying entirely on her willpower to avoid being late.

When she stood up, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the carpet.

Fortunately, the thick rug cushioned her fall, but she couldn't get back up.

The bathroom door opened, and Damon emerged, looking refreshed. Seeing her kneeling on the floor, he frowned and quickly rushed over to lift her onto the bed.

"I'll get you the day off. You need to rest," he said.

"No, today's experiment is really important. I have to be there," she insisted.

"But in your current state..." he said, his concern evident. He regretted being so reckless last night. Nyla shot him a glare. "Says the culprit."

She had begged him all night to ease up, but he hadn't. If anything, he'd only gotten more energetic.

Damon rubbed his nose sheepishly. "It's my fault. Don't be mad. I promise I won't do this on workdays again."

Nyla didn't respond.

After a few moments, she finally managed to stand, pushing him aside as she slowly made her way to the bathroom.

When she saw herself in the mirror,

she noticed the hickeys covering her neck and the bruising on her lips.

The marks clearly showed how

intense the previous night had been.

UMS

Luckily, it was winter, so her thick clothes would cover the evidence Otherwise, she wouldn't have the courage to face anyone today

UMS

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After cleaning up, she emerged to find that Damon had already laid out clothes for her. Seeing her wobbly legs, he asked, "Do you want me to help you get dressed?"

"No, just go downstairs. I'll be there soon," Nyla said, not wanting to look at him.

Damon knew he was at fault, so he nodded. "Okay, if you need anything, just call or message me."

"Got it. Now go," she said.

Once he left, Nyla began to get dressed.

By the time she made it downstairs, Mason had already eaten breakfast and left for school.

Lydia noticed her odd gait and asked with concern, "Ms. Kinsey, did you hurt your foot?"

Nyla blushed and shook her head. "No."

Lydia began to ask, puzzled, "Then..."