Chapter 117

Nyla went back to the restroom and splashed cold water on her face.

Looking at her red eyes in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Damon must be disgusted with her now. He would probably be as cold toward her as he was before. Maybe that was for the best—they shouldn't have any connection at all.

After calming down and letting her eyes return to normal, she left the restroom.

When Nyla returned to the table, Clark's gaze immediately fell on her swollen lips.

"Nyla, what happened to your mouth?" Clark's expression was dark, and his tone was icy.

Nyla looked completely out of place, as though she had just indulged in pleasure. With Damon in the restaurant, Clark couldn't help but be suspicious.

Nyla maintained her composure. "I noticed my lipstick was smudged when I looked in the mirror, so I cleaned it off. I must have been too rough, which is why my lips are swollen."

"Really?" Clark's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze filled with doubt.

Nyla frowned, her expressi