Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Taking note of the chilling aura surrounding Clark, Michael couldn't help but shiver with fear and nodded. "Okay. I understand."

After Michael left, Clark also drove away. Unwittingly, he found himself at the entrance of Nyla's apartment complex.

Memories of their past together filled him with a mixture of regret, both sour and bitter. If he hadn't been tempted by Jordyn, if he had been more resolute, he and Nyla wouldn't have ended up like this. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure-Nyla, slowly heading toward the entrance of the complex while carrying two heavy bags.

The weight of the bags forced her to stop and rest every few meters.

As Clark hesitated about whether to get out of the car, one of Nyla's bags broke, spilling the fruits onto the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Clark exited the car and walked swiftly toward Nyla.

Nyla was picking up the fallen apples when she saw Clark approaching. She immediately frowned, and her gaze grew guarded. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

Seeing the distant look in her eyes, Clark felt a pang of bitterness. "I was just passing by and noticed that you dropped your fruits..." Passing by?

Nyla's apartment complex wasn't on a main road in Saintornia or on the way to his office. What were the chances of such a coincidence? Nyla ignored him and didn't take the apple he offered. She continued gathering the scattered fruits and turned to leave.

Clark tightened his grip on the apple, his face a mix of pain and restraint.

After a moment's hesitation, he followed her. "Nyla, I came today to apologize... I—"

Nyla cut him off coldly. "Clark, I don't know what's suddenly come over you, but won't accept your apology or forgive you. If you really feel guilty, just stay away and don't make me sick."

Clark smiled bitterly, understanding that the hurt he had caused Nyla would make it difficult for her to forgive him easily. "Nyla..." he began.

Nyla didn't even glance at him as she walked straight into the complex.

The security guard at the gate watched him warily, clearly remembering the last time he had harassed Nyla.

Watching Nyla's retreating figure, Clark sighed and turned to leave.

...

Over the next few days, Clark lingered around the entrance of Nyla's apartment complex whenever he had free time, hoping for a chance to see her.

However, he didn't catch sight of her again for an entire week. He began to wonder if Nyla was deliberately avoiding him.

...

A week later, when Clark finally saw Nyla emerging from the building, his previously dull eyes brightened with hope.

As soon as Nyla reached the

security booth, the guard opened the

window and said, "Ms. Jayston, the man who was harassing you has been hanging around the entrance every day for the past week.

"I'm not sure what he wants, so please be careful. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call the security office."

Following the guard's direction, Nyla spotted Clark's car parked not far away. She frowned slightly and nodded. "Okay, I understand. Thank you."

Uncertain of Clark's intentions and

not wanting to deal with him, she turned and headed toward the grocery store. The food and fruits from last week were nearly depleted, so she needed to stock up for the coming week.