Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Clark briefly flipped through the reports, handed them back to Jordyn, and said indifferently, "Remember to keep these safe."

Jordyn took the reports. After placing them back in the drawer, she turned to face Clark. "Clark, is something wrong today? You seem a bit off."

Her unease grew as she wondered if he had discovered something.

Clark squinted slightly and, after a few seconds, said, "It's nothing. I'm probably just tired from work."

"Then lie down on the sofa, and I'll give you a massage," Jordyn offered.

"No need. I have work at the company. I just came to see you. Get some rest," Clark replied.

Normally, Jordyn would have tried to persuade Clark to stay, but she had her own concerns and didn't push the issue today.

Once she confirmed that Clark's car had left, she immediately called Rebecca. "Rebecca, did you say something to Clark?"

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.

Jordyn sneered. "What do I mean? Clark suddenly showed up tonight asking to see my prenatal check-up reports. The only person who knew about that was you. You must have said something to him!"

Rebecca sounded impatient. "You're not worth my trouble. Instead of questioning me, maybe you should consider if you've done anything to make him suspicious. After all, guilty consciences have a way of showing, don't you think?" "Are you sure it wasn't you?" Jordyn pressed.

The response she received was a dial tone.

Jordyn put down her phone, feeling a twinge of unease. Could it really not have been Rebecca?

She had been extremely cautious lately and hadn't done anything to raise Clark's suspicions.

After thinking it over for a long while, without finding any clear answers, Jordyn decided to visit Clark's office the next day.

...

Early the next morning, Jordyn walked into Clark's company carrying a lunchbox.

When she reached the top floor, Michael stopped her. "Ms. Austen, Mr. Sumner is busy right now."

Jordyn furrowed her brow. "Then I'll wait for him in the lounge."

"Ms. Austen, Mr. Sumner is in meetings all day. You can leave the food with me, and I'll make sure he gets it," Michael offered.

Since Jordyn's visit was part of her attempt to gauge Clark's reaction, she wasn't going to leave so easily.

"No matter how busy he is, he

should still have time for lunch. I have nothing to do, so I'll wait here and have lunch with him. You just focus on your work, and don't worry about me," she said, walking toward the lounge without waiting for a response.

Michael, feeling helpless, returned to his desk and called Clark to inform him of Jordyn's arrival.

Clark had just finished his medical check-up. When he received

Michael's call, his expression darkened It was hard not to suspect that Jordyn's sudden visit had something to do with the fact that he had just visited her the night before.

His lips pressed into a tight line, and his gaze grew increasingly grim.

...

Within half an hour, Clark returned to the office.

When Jordyn saw him, a wave of unease washed over her. Clark had been out, so why had Michael lied about him being in meetings all day? Suppressing her doubts, she approached Clark with a smile. "Clark, I made some food for you since you said you were tired last night."

Clark took the food with a cold

expression. "I'm quite busy today, so

I don't have time to spend with you. The driver will take you home later."

"Alright." Jordyn nodded, then casually asked, "Where did you go just now? Meeting with a client?"

Clark hummed, clearly unwilling to elaborate. He then instructed Michael to arrange for the driver to take Jordyn home.