Nyla cut him off. "Buddy is my child. I won't let anyone take him from me."Her gaze was firm, showing no trace of lingering feelings for Damon.Seeing her resolve, Oliver finally relaxed."Yeah, and if he tries to take Buddy, I'll help you," Oliver said."Thanks, Oliver," Nyla replied.After a moment of silence, Oliver voiced his concern. "But now that Damon is in Capitarnia, it might be hard to keep your secret hidden much longer."Nyla wasn't surprised. She had already sensed this when she ran into Erin at the restaurant. Despite Damon's memory loss, it wasn't Nyla who needed to worry—it was Erin. After all, Erin was Damon's fiancée now.Even though he had lost his memory, Erin must fear that one day he might remember and call off their engagement. The more someone had, the more they feared losing it."I know," Nyla answered.Seeing how calm she was, Oliver realized she had thought this through and decided not to push the topic further. Regardless of what happened, he could
Nyla raised an eyebrow at Oliver. Noticing his ears turning red, she couldn't resist teasing him. "I didn't expect someone as busy as you to have time to learn how to make soup."Oliver cleared his throat, looking down to hide his nervousness. "Your stomach isn't great, and I remember when we were abroad, you had soup at a restaurant and said it was good. I asked the chef to teach me how to make it, so I could cook it for you whenever you want."Nyla was stunned. She hadn't realized her casual compliment had stuck with Oliver to the point where he actually learned to cook it himself.A warm, overwhelming feeling swelled in her chest, and her eyes stung slightly. She had never thought anyone would go to such lengths for her."Oliver, thank you," she said softly.Oliver looked up at her and smiled. "Nyla, you don't need to thank me. I didn't do this without expecting something in return."Seeing the affection in his eyes, Nyla felt her face grow warm. She quickly looked away, spott
"Look into Nyla's recent years and find out who she's been in contact with!" Erin ordered.She couldn't act directly, but targeting the people around Nyla would work just as well."Yes, Ms. Hulle," the other party replied.After they left, Erin stared out the window, her gaze filled with hatred.If Nyla had already died, why come back now? Wouldn't it have been better to just stay dead?No matter what, she wouldn't let anyone ruin her relationship with Damon this time!…Because Oliver and Mason had spent extra time at the mall, they didn't reach Nyla's home until close to 5:00 p.m.Oliver took the opportunity to stay for dinner.While Nyla was cooking, he stayed by her side, helping when he could.As Oliver watched her in an apron, her long hair casually tied back with a hair tie, his heart softened at how calm and serene she looked.This was the life he wanted—quiet, peaceful days with the woman he loved.Nyla finished chopping the potatoes and looked up to see Oliver sta
"Buddy, Uncle Oliver is always so kind to you. He would never hurt you, and I would never let anyone harm you either. No matter what, you are the most important person in my life," Nyla reassured.Mason's once-downcast eyes lit up. "Even more important than Uncle Oliver?""Of course. No matter who I'm with, you'll always be my number one," Nyla replied.Mason hugged her tightly. "I love you the most too, Mom."Nyla gently patted his back, sensing he had noticed the changes between her and Oliver and felt insecure. As smart as Mason was, he was still almost five years old. Without a father figure growing up, it was natural for him to be more sensitive than other children.Nyla silently vowed to spend more time with him, ensuring he felt secure.After getting Mason to sleep, Nyla returned to the living room, intending to read for a bit. Just then, her phone rang. It was Edgar."Nyla, Mr. Sumner's secretary reached out today. They're planning a seminar for their company's R&D team
Nyla froze for a moment and turned to Damon. "No... Why would you say that, Mr. Sumner?"Damon's dark eyes, filled with an unreadable emotion, locked onto hers. "If that's not the case, why are you sitting so far away from me, Ms. Kinsey?"Nyla stiffened and quickly sat up straight, lowering her gaze. "I just didn't want to disturb your work."As Nyla adjusted her posture, the distance between them shortened considerably.She placed her hands neatly on her lap, her gaze fixed downward, looking remarkably obedient.Damon set his document down, recalling how he had seen her smiling while talking to the man in the car that day. Yet whenever she was around him, it seemed like she couldn't get far enough away.Did he really look that scary?The rest of the drive to Prospectus Technology's branch office was spent in silence.When they finally arrived, Nyla let out a small sigh of relief as she stepped out of the car. She had been tense throughout the ride, completely unlike her usual
Nyla wanted to decline, but with the car already in motion, any further refusal would seem suspicious.She reluctantly fastened her seatbelt, feeling tense throughout the 30-minute ride. She had hoped to limit her interaction with Damon, but things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.When the car finally stopped at the hospital, Nyla felt as though she could breathe again. She quickly stepped out, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Sumner, and thank you, Mr. Fleming."Luca smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Ms. Kinsey."Nyla hurried to the emergency area, searching for Mason.After a short while, she found him sitting on a hospital bed with a bandage on his forehead, still oozing a little blood. She rushed over, worried."Buddy, are you okay?" she asked.Mason pouted but managed not to cry when he saw her. "Mom, I'm fine. I didn't cry today. The nurse said I was really brave.""You were very brave, Buddy. Good job!" Nyla praised, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.Turning
Damon's expression was icy, his voice devoid of emotion. "You must be mistaken.""I'm serious! I didn't have time to take a picture because I was in a hurry, but I swear you'd be shocked if you saw this kid. I even wonder if he could be your long-lost son!" the other party exclaimed."If that's all, I'm hanging up," Damon said."Wait, wait, wait... About the amusement park project that Prospectus Technology is bidding on—any chance I can still get in on that?" the other party asked."Come to the branch office tomorrow," Damon replied curtly.Then, he hung up. Just as he was about to set the phone down, another call came in.He glanced at the screen and saw it was from Erin. His expression darkened, but after a moment of thought, he answered. "What is it?""Damon, forget what I said the other day. Since you're not ready for marriage, I won't push you. Besides, my career is taking off right now. We can talk about marriage later, okay?" Erin proposed.Damon remained silent. In tru
Realizing that she hadn't spent much time with Mason over the past few years, Nyla decided to take two weeks off to be with him.After arranging her leave, she returned to the hospital room, where Pauline quickly stood up. "Ms. Kinsey, Buddy said he wanted some soup. There's no time to cook it now, so I'll grab some from the eateries by the hospital. Do you want anything?""I'll have the same as Buddy. Have you eaten yet?" Nyla asked."I already ate. I'll go get breakfast now," Pauline replied.Nyla sat down next to Mason and felt his forehead. His fever had gone down, and she finally felt a sense of relief. "Buddy, is there anything you want to do or anywhere you'd like to go? Mommy has the next two weeks free, so I can spend time with you."Mason's eyes lit up for a moment but quickly dimmed as he lowered his head. "Mommy, you don't have to take time off just for me. I..."Nyla gently held his small hand, her voice soft. "Buddy, Mommy works hard so that I can spend time with yo