Trading My Ex for His Uncle

There was a brief pause on the other end before Cyrus cold voice out through the silence. "You'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll make sure you wish you were dead! He hung up immediately after that

Nyta took a deep breath to steady her anger and frustration, vowing that she would get another chance to catch him.

After changing her clothes, she grabbed her bag and headed out. As she approached the elevator, the doors slid open. She hesitated for a moment when she saw the two people inside. Rebecca, dressed in a white dress, was clinging to Demon's arm, her face bright with a smile.

When she saw Nyla, she subconsciously tightened her grip on Damon's arm, and her smile faltered slightly.

"Ms. Jayston, what a coincidence!" Rebecca greeted, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness.

Nyla considered pretending she hadn't seen them but decided to acknowledge them with a curt nod. "Mm."

Damon's gaze briefly skimmed over Nyla's face with indifference, as if she were a stranger, before he looked away.

Nyla didn't meet his gaze but could feel the chill of his stare. She pursed her lips and stepped into the elevator, turning her back to them.

As the doors slowly closed, Rebecca's voice, deliberately softened, reached Nyla's ears. "Damon, what should we have for dinner? I'm

craving Thai food. How about you?

Damon's voice was devoid of emotion. "Whatever you want."

"Ugh, you haven't changed. You always say whatever." Rebecca whined.

Damon's response seemed to be a quiet laugh. "Isn't it better to go along with your wishes?"

"It's not that bad... Fine. I'll plan it then!" Rebecca chirped.

Nyla kept her expression neutral, staring ahead. The reflection in the elevator doors captured her frosty demeanor and the couple behind her, closely entwined. Fortunately, the elevator ride was brief.

After a few seconds, the doors opened, and Nyla quickly exited.

Once she was in her car, she started the engine and drove away, unaware of Damon's gaze lingering faintly on her departing figure.

After Nyla feft, Damon withdrew his hand from Rebecca's grasp, his expression turning cold. "I have other matters to attend to. I'lhave the driver take you home."

Rebecca's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Damon, you're not having dinner with me?" "I'm busy. If you need someone to accompany you, I'll call Nathaniel," Damon suggested.

His indifferent gaze felt like a knife Sheart, and tears began in her eyes. "But Nathaniel isn't my boyfriend. I just want you with me."

A hint of impatience crossed Damon's face, "I said I'm busy."

"If it were Nyla asking for your company, would you also say you're busy?" Rebecca asked.

Damon's expression darkened. "She's different from you."

Tears slowly fell from Rebecca's

eyes as she looked at him with a bitter smile Yes, of course, she's different. She doesn't have to do

anything to easily win your love net

while even though I have just a few months left to live and am using a life-saving favor to keep you with me, you still don't feel anything for me." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon looked at her with a detached expression. "Rebecca, it's over between us. I can't fall in love with you again."

"I know! Damon, how could I not know you won't love me again? But I can't accept it! We used to love each other so much..." Rebecca cried.

After seeing how he loved someone else, how could she accept that he no longer loved her?

"It doesn't matter how you feel. It's over," Damon repeated.

He wasn't happy with how things had ended between himself and Nyla either, but what could he do?