Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)
Chapter 331

As Damon approached, Nyla frowned and instinctively stepped back, a wary look in her eyes. Was he planning to confront her because of Rebecca?

When they were just a few steps apart, Nyla watched as he suddenly raised his hand toward her.

Gritting her teeth, she warned, "Damon, if you dare lay a hand on me, I—"

Before she could finish, Damon pulled her close and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Nyla's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a cold reply, "No, let go of me!"

Even if she was injured, it was none of his business.

As she tried to push him away, he gently pressed a hand on her lower back where she had collided with the sink.

"Ow..." Nyla gasped in pain, glaring at Damon. "What are you doing? Let go-"

Before she could finish, he scooped her up. Startled, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her face paling even more.

Once the shock wore off, her anger flared. "Damon, what on earth are you doing? We've broken up! Put me down!"

Damon's expression remained impassive as if he hadn't heard her. He simply carried her and turned to leave.

Nathaniel, who had been watching in shock, quickly became angry. He stepped forward to block Damon. "Damon, are you out of your mind? What do you think you're doing? And what about Rebecca?" Damon looked at him coldly. "She's just my ex. What do you want me to think of her?"

"Aren't you two back together?" Nathaniel pressed.

Damon's gaze turned icy. "You should ask her if we're back together."

With that, he ignored the stunned Nathaniel and walked away.

Nathaniel turned to Rebecca, who had her head down. His eyes were filled with confusion. "Rebecca, what's going on with you and Damon?"

Meanwhile, Valarie, who had been

sipping her soup, glanced up and saw Damon carrying Nyla toward the restaurant door. She nearly spat out her soup in shock.

Her eyes widened as she quickly swallowed the soup and got up to follow them.

By the time she reached the door, Damon had already driven away.

Valarie hurriedly called Nyla, but the call went unanswered, heightening her concern.

In the car...

Nyla had calmed down, staring at Damon with a blank expression. "Where are you taking me?"

"To the hospital." Damon's voice was cold, his jaw clenched tightly, eyes fixed straight ahead. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

Nyla frowned. "I'm fine. I'll be okay in a few days. And we've broken up, so my well-being is none of your concern."

The atmosphere in the car grew even colder as she spoke.

Nyla's impatience grew with Damon's silence and his lack of intention to stop the car. "Are you even listening to me?"

Since he had chosen Rebecca, he shouldn't be giving her any false hope. She had finally managed to regain some peace in her life and didn't want to be entangled with him again.

When the car stopped at a red light, Damon finally turned to look at her. "Go to the hospital for an examination. If everything's fine, I'll take you back and won't bother you again."

Nyla felt as if they were talking past each other. "Don't you realize that what you're doing now is precisely the kind of interference I'm trying to avoid?" "Go to the hospital to get checked, or I can call a doctor to your home. It's your choice," Damon stated.