Before Nyla could respond, Damon interjected coldly, "Mr. Hackett, she probably doesn't have the time."As he spoke, he stepped in front of Nyla, blocking Gabriel's view.Gabriel looked directly at him, unperturbed. "Mr. Sumner, Nyla hasn't answered yet, and you're speaking for her. Isn't that a bit domineering?"The two men held their ground, both roughly the same height, as the atmosphere grew tense between them.Damon exuded an icy aura, as if he could freeze anyone in place.Meanwhile, Gabriel maintained a slight smile, seemingly unaffected by the tension.The living room fell into a heavy silence, each breath audibly punctuating the quiet.Nyla frowned and spoke coolly. "Gabriel, I heard your mother has remarried. We have nothing to do with each other anymore, and I don't want to have dinner with you."Gabriel's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment appearing in his eyes.He lowered his gaze and said softly, "Nyla, I know you still hold a grudge for what happened be
"Do you want that kind of mom then?" Gabriel asked."Of course I want one like that! I wish Mommy could play with me, come to my school events, and cuddle with me at night while I sleep..." Wilhelm went on, not noticing the growing seriousness in Gabriel's gaze.Gabriel finally smiled and started the car, assuring Wilhelm, "Don't worry. I'll make sure you have the kind of mom you dream of."Wilhelm's eyes lit up, but a hint of disappointment crept into his expression as he murmured, "But... Mommy is really busy and hardly has time for me...""She'll have time," Gabriel promised."Really?" Wilhelm asked, his tone hopeful.Gabriel chuckled. "When have I ever lied to you?"Wilhelm's face brightened with excitement as he looked at Gabriel. "Daddy, when will Mommy have time to play with me then?""Soon," Gabriel replied and stared ahead as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. His knuckles turned pale while his gaze darkened.…Time flew, and soon Saturday arrived.Damon had
Nyla glared at Damon. "Could you please be a bit more serious?"Damon feigned innocence and replied, "I was talking about my biceps. What's not serious about that? Or are you the one having lewd thoughts?"Seeing the mischievous glint in Damon's eyes, Nyla realized he was teasing her on purpose.Just as she was about to respond, Mason's voice called from up ahead, "Daddy, Mommy, come over here! Let's take a picture!"Nyla took a deep breath, pushed Damon away, and hurried forward without looking back.Damon watched her stomp off with a fond smile. They quickly caught up with Mason, who was bouncing with excitement in a small gazebo."Mommy, let's take pictures here!" Mason exclaimed.Nyla nodded. "Sure."While they chatted, Damon had already set down his backpack and pulled out his phone. "I'll take the pictures."He joined Nyla and Mason, standing together for a few shots, then turned to Mason with a grin. "Now, you take a picture of Mommy and Daddy!""Okay!" Mason agreed ha
After they finished eating and rested for a bit, they set off to head back down. The descent was much faster than the climb, and they reached the halfway point in less than half an hour.Mason walked quickly and would occasionally run when the path was flat.Nyla kept an eye on him, reminding him to slow down, but she wasn't watching the stones under her feet. She stepped on one and slipped."Ah!" she cried out.A sharp pain shot through her ankle as she stumbled toward the railing.Damon quickly grabbed her hand to steady her."Are you okay?" he asked.Nyla's face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. "I think I twisted my ankle.""Hold onto the railing. Let me check it," Damon instructed.Once she was stable, he crouched down to examine her ankle. Seeing that it was swollen, he frowned. "It's swollen—you probably sprained it."He stood up, turned his backpack around to the front, and crouched down again. "Get on my back. I'll carry you down," he told Nyla."B
"The bathroom is slippery. What if you fall again?" Damon asked."I'll be careful," Nyla promised.Damon shook his head. "No. I'm running the bath. You're using the bathtub today."As he turned to leave, Nyla quickly grabbed his arm. "Then ask Lydia to help me instead."Damon glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Lydia is busy making dinner. Besides, I'm your boyfriend. Do you not trust me?"Nyla felt her cheeks heat up, unable to meet his gaze. It took her a moment to find her voice."Men and women are different," was all she managed to say."Why are you worried? I've seen all of you," Damon replied.Nyla was at a loss for words. How could he say something so embarrassing in such a calm tone?!She glared at him. "Damon, don't push it!"What she didn't realize was that her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide and wet—unintentionally captivating.Damon's gaze darkened, like flames igniting in the darkness, ready to burn everything in its path.Realizing the danger
Damon's voice was deep, carrying a seductive quality that made it hard to ignore.Nyla's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him. She broke into a radiant smile and replied, "No need, you can go now."Her smile was so dazzling that it momentarily left Damon in a daze.After a pause, he replied with a hint of disappointment, "Alright then.""Just go already. If you stay here any longer, the water in the bathtub will get cold," Nyla urged.Damon raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and help you?""I really don't need it," Nyla insisted.If he stayed, how could she bathe properly?"Fine." Damon sighed and straightened up, his disappointment evident as he turned and left.Only after he disappeared from the bathroom doorway did Nyla finally breathe a sigh of relief. She began removing her clothes, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured foot. Limiting her steps, she carefully made her way to the edge of the bathtub.However, once she reached t
Nyla just wanted Damon to leave, so she replied with a frown, "I'll pay you back for it.""No way, this shirt means a lot to me," Damon said.Nyla ground her teeth in frustration. If it meant so much to him, why hadn't he treated it better?"What exactly do you want?" she asked.She glared at him, but given that she was sitting in the bathtub with her body partially exposed, it was more alluring than threatening.Damon's gaze deepened, and he grasped her hand before leaning in to kiss her again.Just before their lips touched, his low, gravelly voice whispered in her ear, "I want you."Nyla clenched the edge of the bathtub tightly, her body instinctively tensing.In a moment of distraction, one of them accidentally hit the shower switch. Steam quickly filled the bathroom, drowning out all sound.…The bath lasted for over two hours.When Damon finally stepped out of the bathroom, holding a flushed Nyla, he wore a satisfied smile. He set her down on the bed and went to grab a
Mason quickly pushed his confusion aside when he saw his favorite barbecue ribs and focused on eating.After finishing dinner, Nyla was just about to head back to her bedroom when Damon walked up to her and effortlessly picked her up.Seeing Lydia cover her mouth and chuckle, Nyla felt her cheeks flush. She quickly whispered in Damon's ear, "I can walk on my own.""You walk too slowly. I'm carrying you," Damon insisted.Nyla couldn't argue with him, so she went along with it.Instead of taking Nyla to the bedroom, Damon carried her to his study."Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting soon? Why are you taking me to your study?" she asked."You can rest on the sofa in my study and read. I'll take you upstairs after the meeting," he replied.Nyla frowned. "Will it disturb your meeting?"Damon smiled. "No."Their relationship had finally made substantial progress that day, and with Nyla's foot injured, Damon wanted to seize the opportunity to move into her room. He wasn't sure w