Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Do as you like," Damon said.

"Okay. Uncle Damon, you're busy with work. If you don't have to, don't waste your time coming to see me," Nyla commented.

Damon raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing Nyla. "Is this how you treat someone who saved your life?"

Nyla looked up at him and said slowly, "It's precisely because you saved my life that I should be more grateful. I don't want to waste your time when you're so busy, Uncle Damon." Seeing her repeatedly address him as "Uncle Damon", a constant reminder of their relationship, Damon suddenly leaned in closer.

Startled by his magnified face, Nyla backed away quickly, as if avoiding the plague.

Just as Damon was about to speak, the door to the room was pushed

open.

"Nyla-" Clark's voice halted abruptly when he saw Damon.

From Clark's perspective, Damon's movement seemed like he wanted to kiss Nyla.

Clark's expression turned icy as he strode to the bedside, glaring at Damon. "Uncle Damon, I've told you before to stay away from Nyla!"

Damon's expression remained indifferent, his gaze so cold it seemed it could freeze someone.

Clark glared back at him without fear. Nyla was his wife, and Damon's interest in her was unjustifiable.

Feeling the temperature in the room plummet, Nyla frowned. "If you two want to argue, do it outside. I need to rest."

As soon as she spoke, both men looked at her, and the tension in the room seemed to vanish as othing had happened,

"Rest well. I'll come see you tomorrow," Damon stated,

Clark sneered. "I'll take good care of Nyla, so you don't need to worry, Uncle Damon."

Damon glanced at him. "You also have a pregnant mistress outside, Can you manage both?"

"That's my concern. Just take care of yourself and stop fixating on someone else's wife," Clark retorted,

"Clark! Shut up!" Nyla glared at Clark. She had intended to discreetly distance herself from Damon, but now that Clark had brought it up, how was she supposed to interact with Damon in the future? Ignoring Clark's gaze, Nyla turned to Damon and said, "Uncle Damon, please be careful on your way back."

Her tone was respectful, like a junior addressing a senior, which made Damon's gaze turn colder. He didn't say anything else and turned to leave.

Once Damon had disappeared from the doorway, Nyla told Clark, "You should leave too. I don't want to see you."

"Nyla, you're not developing feelings for my uncle, are you?" he asked.

Seeing the suspicion in Clark's eyes, Nyla felt only calmness, no longer affected by the previous sadness or anger. "What you choose to think is your business, not mine."

All she wanted now was to recover from her injuries, reveal Clark's affair to the Summers once she was discharged, and get a divorce, distancing herself from him.

After the disappointment from last night, she no longer wished to see Clark even once more.

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He gripped her chin forcefully. "Does your refusal to explain mean you're admitting it?!"

Clark's grip on Nyla's chin was intense, and she felt as if it might be crushed. She looked up, seeing the pain in his eyes, and a hint of sarcasm crossed her face. Pushing his hand away, she said flatly, "Get out."