Chapter 607

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.

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After dinner, as Nyla prepared to take Mason upstairs,