Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Troy frowned, wanting to persuade Nathaniel further, but fell silent when faced with Nathaniel's angry gaze. After all, Nathaniel was his boss. "Alright. I'll contact Steven right away," he said.

After Troy left, Nathaniel gripped the documents in his hand, his eyes flashing with a frenzied intensity. As long as Nyla was out of the way, everything would fall into place.

...

In the evening, Nyla was deeply engrossed in solving a problem when the doorbell abruptly interrupted her concentration.

She got up with a frown and went to the door. Her displeasure was evident when she saw Damon on the other side.

She opened the door and looked at him blankly. "Mr. Sumner, is there something you need?"

"I brought you some food and thought I'd check on your recovery," Damon replied.

Nyla glanced at the thermal container in his hand. There was a flicker in her gaze, but she didn't take it.

"I'm fine. Please tell the caregiver not to bring any more food. There's no need for us to keep meeting either," she said, trying to close the door.

Damon quickly blocked it with his foot and said seriously, "Nyla, even if we can't be together, can't we at least be friends?"

Nyla looked up at him, studying his face for a few seconds before suddenly chuckling. "It seems many people like to stay friends with someone they used to have feelings for, but it's hard to maintain a friendship when there's a romantic history-and when things didn't end well.

"Given our situation, do you really think we can be friends? Neither of us is lacking in friends, so please don't play dumb."

Damon wanted to get close to her as a friend, which they both understood, but she wasn't interested in an ambiguous relationship that could lead to further complications. Damon sighed. "Nyla, you really won't give me any chance, huh..."

Even though they had been intimate and she had been pregnant with his child, she still refused to let him get close. She used the excuse of being adults to justify pushing him away, and secretly aborted their child to

sever their connection.

All along, it seemed he was the only one troubled enough by her to have sleepless nights. He even began to question whether she had ever truly loved him.

"Mr. Sumner, if you want, there are plenty of women who like you. There's no need to waste time on someone who doesn't," Nyla said.

Damon gave a wry smile as he handed over the thermal container. "I won't bother you again. This is the meal prepared for today. Starting tomorrow, she won't be coming by." Nyla hesitated for a moment before accepting it. "Thank you."

Damon forced a smile. "Don't mention it. Nyla, goodbye..."

"Goodbye." Nyla remained indifferent, as if he were just a stranger to her.

Damon couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was all his own doing.

Without a second glance at him, Nyla closed the door.

She placed the food on the table and then returned to her desk to finish the problem she had been working on. When she finally solved it, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Checking the time, she saw it was already past 7:00 p.m., and her stomach rumbled with hunger.

Nyla stroked her stomach, got up,

and went to the dining table to open the thermal container. The food was still warm, with two meat dishes and one vegetable dish-exactly her favorites.

The food looked high-quality, clearly from a five-star hotel and not something the caregiver had made.

Nyla sat down to eat her meal and then cleaned up. She went downstairs to take out the trash and to take a short walk.

When she returned from her walk, she noticed someone tall loitering outside her building.