Damon wore a well-tailored dark suit, his tall figure exuding an air of authority.Beside him stood a woman in an elegant cream-colored dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders with soft curls at the ends. She appeared gentle and alluring, wearing a small smile, her eyes bright and lively.Damon had his head turned slightly to converse with the woman beside him, his gaze focused. She looked up at him, her expression warm.There seemed to be a special understanding between them, making them appear very close.Nyla stared blankly out the window at the couple, her heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped. She struggled to calm herself, but her eyes couldn't seem to look away.Ruby watched Nyla with concern and quietly asked, "Are you okay, Nyla?"Nyla snapped back to reality and forced a smile. "I'm fine."What she didn't realize was just how strained that smile was.She turned her gaze away, no longer looking at the couple outside, and began deleting the unfinis
Nyla glanced at Ruby out of the corner of her eye and noticed her pale face. She fell silent, clearly accepting Sullivan's words.From then on, neither of them exchanged glances, speaking only to Ruby individually.Once dinner concluded, Sullivan offered to drive them home, but Nyla declined.Sullivan quickly resumed his previous gentle facade. "Nyla, you're not still holding onto what happened earlier, are you? If you're really upset, I can apologize.""No need, Sullivan. It's out of the way for you, so I'll just take a cab home," Nyla replied.Just as she turned to walk toward the curb, Ruby grabbed her arm. "Nyla, I'll go with you. It's on my way."Nyla turned to Sullivan and said, "Sullivan, it's getting late. You should head home too. Drive safely."Sullivan didn't push further, simply nodding. "Alright, let me know when you get home.""Sure," Ruby replied.Sullivan turned toward his car only after Nyla and Ruby hailed a cab and left.In the taxi, Nyla apologized to Ruby
Nyla shrugged off Damon's hand and answered with her head lowered, "It's nothing. I'm just a bit tired. If you don't have anything else, I'm going to head in."Without waiting for his response, she quickly walked into the villa.Watching her hurried departure, Damon frowned. He felt that Nyla's attitude toward him was off.After hesitating for a moment, he called Spencer. "Check where Nyla had dinner tonight and who was with her."In less than ten minutes, Spencer sent him the results of his investigation.Upon seeing the name of the restaurant, Damon's eyes widened. He had his suspicions immediately.…Back in her bedroom, Nyla had just finished removing her makeup and was about to take a shower when she heard a knock at the door."Nyla, I need to talk to you. Can you open the door?" Damon asked.Hearing his voice, Nyla bit her lip, put down her pajamas, and walked to the door to open it. She asked, "What is it?"Meeting her distant gaze, Damon became even more convinced she
Looking at Nyla's stubborn expression, Damon couldn't help but smile, a hint of affection in his eyes."Alright, I must have misread the situation," he played along.Surprised at his accommodating tone, Nyla felt a sweet flutter in her heart."Okay, I'm going to take a shower. If there's nothing else, I'm closing the door now," she said."What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I'll make it for you," Damon offered."Anything," Nyla replied.Fearing Damon might continue prying, she quickly closed the door.Leaning against it, she let out a soft sigh, patted her still-warm cheeks, and tried to calm herself down.Despite knowing each other for so many years, her heart raced whenever she faced Damon. Even just locking eyes with him made her cheeks flush.After regaining her composure, she grabbed her clothes and headed for the shower.…The next morning, Nyla came downstairs to see Damon bringing out breakfast from the kitchen.She paused. She had assumed he was just being cas
Nyla paused, frowning. What could it be that she shouldn't know about for now?Just as she was about to lean in closer to listen, she heard footsteps coming from the office and quickly stepped back.The office door opened, and Spencer walked out.When he saw Nyla, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. "Ms. Kinsey, when did you get here?""I just arrived. Why?" Nyla answered, maintaining a calm expression, but her hands subconsciously tightened into fists.What exactly was Damon hiding from her?"Mr. Sumner is waiting for you inside. I'll be getting back to work," Spencer said as he hurriedly left, noticeably quickening his pace as he passed her.Suppressing her growing suspicions, Nyla entered the office."You're here! I had someone make your favorite pulled pork dish. Let me wash my hands, and then we can eat," Damon said."Sounds good," Nyla replied.While Damon washed his hands, Nyla set the table.It wasn't until he sat down across from her that she casually asked, "I not
Nyla recognized the woman as the one she had seen outside the restaurant last night, and her face fell.Why had Damon told her he was going out to socialize when he was meeting his niece?As Nyla pondered this, they walked toward the villa."Miss, is that woman the mistress you're trying to catch?" the driver asked.Nyla shook her head. "No, she's his niece."The taxi driver's expression turned sympathetic as if he saw Nyla as a foolish woman defending her husband.Once Nyla composed herself, she calmly asked the driver to take her back to Damon's villa.Confirming she didn't want to go inside to catch him cheating, the driver started the car and left.Meanwhile, Damon followed Charlotte inside the villa to a bedroom on the first floor.Charlotte opened the door, saying, "Uncle Damon, Mr. Jayston is inside.""Okay," Damon replied.Charlotte had initially planned to accompany him, but as soon as he entered, Damon closed the door behind him.The room had been transformed into
"Of course not… but how can I trust your words?" Harrison asked.He looked coldly at Damon, his eyes filled with anticipation and doubt. After all, when Nyla had fallen into the sea, the chances of survival were slim. He hadn't held out hope for her being alive over the past five years.Damon took out his phone, navigated to the album, and held the screen out for Harrison to see.Harrison's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Nyla… It really is Nyla! She's alive! Where is she now?""You don't need to worry about that. She's doing well, but I haven't mentioned you to her yet. Once you're feeling better and can stand, I'll bring her to see you," Damon said."Really?" Harrison asked, his gaze hopeful. But it quickly turned to guilt and regret. "She probably… doesn't want to see me again…"The last time he and Nyla had met had not been pleasant. She had completely cut ties with him and stopped visiting him since then.He had regretted it long ago and had wanted to call her t
Seeing Mason's doubtful look, Damon coughed lightly to cover his unease."What nonsense are you talking? I'm just a bit tired from work today. It's getting late. Let's tidy up the toys, go upstairs, take a shower, and get some sleep," he replied."Okay," Mason agreed readily.After they finished cleaning up the toys, Damon asked Lydia to take Mason upstairs for a bath while he went to his study.Once seated, he picked up a document to read. However, thoughts of Nyla's words from that evening kept flashing through his mind, making him feel restless. He suspected she might know he was lying to her but wasn't sure.After considering it further, Damon realized he couldn't hide the truth forever. It might be better to probe Nyla's feelings toward Harrison the next morning.If Nyla wanted to see Harrison, he would tell her the truth. If she was still resistant to the idea of meeting him, then he'd wait until Harrison was feeling better before gradually bringing it up.Upstairs…After