Nyla pursed her lips and nodded. "Alright."She and Damon returned to the hospital room, where Mason was already awake.Upon seeing Damon follow Nyla in, Mason's eyes brightened momentarily before he turned his head away, acting indifferent.Damon approached the bedside and sat down, his expression serious. "How are you feeling today? Does your arm still hurt?"Mason huffed. "It's none of your business!"Accustomed to Mason's attitude, Damon remained calm. Instead of getting upset, he reached out and ruffled Mason's hair."Hey, don't touch me!" Mason dodged his hand, looking annoyed.Watching Mason reveal this childish side to Damon made Nyla feel bittersweet.Perhaps because Mason had never had a father figure in his life, he always acted so mature around her, never letting himself behave like this.Damon raised an eyebrow and tried to pat Mason's head again. "If you don't want me to, I will."Mason scowled. "Are you really that bored? Why are you picking on a kid? You don't
Nyla didn't think much of Clark's sudden appearance. After all, they had cut all ties the moment they divorced, and there would be no relationship between them moving forward.The car sped into a villa neighborhood, where rows of birch trees lined the streets, creating a vibrant green landscape.Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a villa.The driver got out and opened the door for Nyla. "Ms. Kinsey, this way."As Nyla and Mason stepped out, she noticed the look of resistance on Mason's face as he stared at the villa. He had a good memory and clearly recalled being locked up here by Damon.Just as Nyla was about to walk inside, she felt Mason gently tug at her hand. Looking down, she saw the panic in his big eyes, and her heart sank."Buddy, what's wrong?" she asked."Mommy, you said you would take me home! Why are we here? Are you really going to leave me?" Mason asked, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at her with a hurt expression.Nyla's heart softened, and
The window stood open, and the light blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze.By the window, a round table was covered with a beige tablecloth, and a vase held several gardenias. The flowers were clearly fresh-cut, with water droplets clinging to the petals and filling the air with their sweet fragrance."I really like this room, Lydia. Thank you!" Nyla said.Seeing Nyla's sincere smile, Lydia felt relieved. "I'm glad you like it, Ms. Kinsey. Mr. Mason's room is right next door, in the third room. If you don't need anything else, I'll go prepare lunch now. Just call me or Maddie if you need something."Nyla nodded. "Okay."After Lydia left with Maddie, Nyla turned to Mason. "Buddy, do you want to take a nap?"After learning that he could be discharged that morning, Mason had been so excited the night before that he had only gotten a few hours of sleep.Now, his eyelids drooped, clearly revealing his sleep deprivation.Mason held Nyla's hand and looked up at her. "Mommy, can I
Damon paused in his tracks. "No, set another place for me."Lydia nodded. "Got it! I'll go call Ms. Kinsey and Mr. Mason down for lunch.""Alright," Damon replied.As Nyla and Mason came downstairs, she was surprised to see Damon sitting at the head of the table. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sumner."Since they had agreed to stop clashing, the atmosphere between them had softened significantly."Good afternoon," Damon replied.After placing Mason in a chair, Nyla planned to feed him first before eating herself.Noticing this, Lydia stepped forward and said, "Ms. Kinsey, let me feed Mr. Mason. You go ahead and eat."Seeing Nyla hesitate, Lydia added with a smile, "I've trained to take care of children, so I won't make any mistakes."Nyla didn't mean to imply that she didn't trust Lydia—she just felt a bit embarrassed about having someone else care for her child.Just then, Damon's deep voice broke in. "Let Lydia feed him.""Okay, Lydia, I'll leave it to you," Nyla said."No trouble
Erin paused for a moment, instinctively asking, "It was you who sent me that message?!"Nyla was done with the conversation.She stood up and said, "Since you're already Damon's fiancee, you should make the most of it. Sometimes, it's more effective to go to him directly than to come here and make threats at me."With that, she left the living room and headed upstairs.Erin's anger lingered while watching her leave, but a hint of contemplation crossed her eyes. Moments later, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the villa.Lydia, who had been waiting in the kitchen, finally breathed a sigh of relief when Erin left. She had been worried about what would happen if the two women started fighting and had planned to inform Damon if necessary.It seemed that wouldn't be needed now.Just as Erin was about to get into her car, she was suddenly stopped by someone."Ms. Hulle, I'm a maid here. My name is Maddie Lamb," the young woman introduced herself.Erin frowned and asked coldly,
The air hung heavy for a moment before Damon's previously cold expression softened."I'll pay more attention in the future," he said, quickly heading toward his study.Nyla casually diverted her gaze and gently spoke to Mason. "Don't be afraid, Buddy. Your dad was just in a bad mood. He won't hurt you."Mason nodded. "Okay.""Let's continue eating," Nyla said.Meanwhile, Damon's phone rang as soon as he stepped into the study."Mr. Sumner, Stephen met with someone from Prestige Corp. tonight," Luca reported.A week earlier, Luca had discovered that Stephen Ketchum had been in contact with Prestige Corp. and had immediately informed Damon.Stephen was the director of the technology department at Prospectus Technology and had been involved in many significant research projects.If Prestige Corp. managed to poach him, it would not only be a substantial loss for Prospectus Technology but could also jeopardize the company's development.Damon lowered his gaze, an icy look in his e
Damon raised an eyebrow at Erin, his tone indifferent. "Have you ever considered whether he wants to be with you?"Erin froze for a moment, her face paling as disappointment filled her eyes."So, in your eyes, both Nyla and Buddy are more important than I am, right?" she asked.Damon remained silent, but his expression grew increasingly impatient. "Erin, you have better options."After a long pause, Erin stared at Damon and asked, "Are you in love with Nyla?"Damon frowned, perplexed by her trivial notion. He had no interest in Nyla—falling for her was out of the question.However, he didn't bother to explain. Instead, he said, "Think what you want."The last flicker of hope in Erin's heart faded away as she forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. She never expected that, just like five years ago, she would still be unable to compete with Nyla."Damon, I agree to break off the engagement, but I promise you will regret it!" she threatened before turning and running out o
Mason looked sadly at the barbecue rib that had fallen on the floor, his face filled with regret.Nyla glanced toward the kitchen door and said coolly, "Buddy wants to eat the dishes I make. Mr. Sumner, you probably already had dinner, right?"Damon's gaze hardened. Was Nyla implying that she didn't want him to have dinner with them? For some reason, that thought made him feel uncomfortable.After a moment of silence, he replied coldly, "I've already eaten. I still have work to do, so I'll head back to the study."Nyla nodded. "Okay."As Damon turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Nyla gently serving Mason another piece of rib, both of them smiling.Damon scowled, a heavy tension enveloping the entire living room.Once Nyla heard Damon's footsteps fade away, she let out a sigh of relief. She had genuinely feared he would say he hadn't eaten. She didn't want to have dinner with him, especially not to share her cooking.…After dinner, as Nyla prepared to take Mason upstairs,