Chasing the Unexpected

“Nyla, don’t feel like it’s a bother. It’s what I should do, and I’m really glad you called me tonight,” Damon replied.

At the very least, he sensed that Nyla needed him.

A flicker of emotion crossed Nyla’s face before she lowered her head and said, “I’m a bit tired, so I’ll head to my room now. You should get some rest too.”

“Alright,” Damon answered.

Without another glance at him, Nyla pushed open the door to her room. Once it was shut behind her, she exhaled softly, finally feeling a bit relieved.

She placed a hand over her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken, and couldn’t help but smile wryly. Then, she grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom for a shower.

As Nyla disappeared behind the door, Damon’s expression turned cold. He quickly walked downstairs and headed straight for his study.

Spencer acted swiftly, taking less than an hour to identify the mysterious caller.

“Mr. Sumner, the person is Howard Rowley, 29 years old. He works as a security guard at Ms. Kinsey’s apartment complex. He doesn’t have many friends and usually keeps to himself,” he reported.

Damon’s voice was icy. “Based on the messages he sent, he’s known Nyla for five years. There’s no way he’s just a random security guard.”

“Should we keep investigating?” Spencer asked.

“Yes, keep digging. Have someone monitor this guard and find out who he associates with. Also, look into Gabriel,” Damon instructed.

If there was anyone in Nyla’s circle who could be this obsessive, Gabriel was the first person Damon thought of.

Spencer replied, “But Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett already has a family. It’s unlikely that he-”

“I need evidence, not speculation,” Damon interrupted, ending the call.

He set down his phone, his expression dark.

When Mason woke up the next morning, he found himself in a room at Damon’s villa.

Surprised, he jumped out of bed and ran out the door without even putting on his slippers.

As soon as he opened the door, he ran straight into Nyla, who was standing outside.

Nyla couldn’t help but smile as she picked him up. “Why aren’t you wearing slippers? The floor is cold.”

“Mommy, why are we here?” Mason asked.

“Your dad missed you, so he brought us over while you were sleeping last night,” Nyla replied.

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Excitement flashed in Mason’s eyes. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s downstairs having breakfast. I came up to wake you. Let’s wash up, then we’ll go down,” Nyla said.

“Okay,” Mason chirped.

After putting slippers on Mason and helping him wash up and change, Nyla took him downstairs. He was still just a child, with every emotion written plainly on his face.

Nyla could see that his steps were lighter and quicker than usual.

Blood ties were a powerful thing. Despite barely spending time with Damon, Mason seemed to like him so much.

As soon as they reached the living room, Mason let go of Nyla’s hand and sped up his pace, running to Damon. “Good morning, Daddy!”

Damon looked at him, his gaze softening. “Good morning, Buddy. What would you like for breakfast today?

“I want a breakfast wrap!” Mason exclaimed.

“Alright, I’ll ask Lydia to make one for you,” Damon replied.

Nyla walked a few steps behind Mason, pulling out a chair next to him and sitting down. She greeted Damon; “Good morning.”

Damon’s gaze softened even more as he looked at her. “Good morning.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After breakfast, the driver took Mason to school, and Nyla finally had time to ask Damon about the ‘mysterious number. “Did you find out who was messaging me?”