Chapter 618

Damon glanced at Nyla, noticed her with her head down, lost in thought, and frowned involuntarily. Ever since she had taken that call from Oliver at noon, she had been acting this way. Did Oliver really hold such significance for her?

"Daddy…" Mason called out.

Damon snapped back to reality and looked down at Mason, scooping him up in his arms. "Sure. If you like it, we can come here every week."

"Yay!" Mason clapped his hands excitedly, his cheeks flushed with joy.

Since they had played late into the day, they decided to find a nearby restaurant for dinner.

After placing their orders, Nyla headed to the restroom.

The restaurant featured wooden partitions between each table, adorned with lush green leaves. It was both beautiful and provided a degree of privacy.

As Nyla walked past the partitions toward the restroom, a surprised voice suddenly called out to her, "Nyla?"

She froze at the sound of the voice. Turning her head stiffly, she saw it was indeed Oliver. An involuntary wa