Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Mason hadn't seen Oliver in a while, so his face lit up with excitement. "Okay!"

As soon as Mason spoke, he sensed Damon's gaze on him. It seemed his father wasn't too keen on having Oliver join them for dinner.

However, he had already agreed, and he didn't want to chase Oliver away, especially since he really liked him and wanted to eat together.

Oliver sat down next to Nyla and turned to Damon. "Sorry to intrude."

Damon's expression was indifferent. "If you knew it was an intrusion, Mr. Raynor, you shouldn't have followed Ms. Kinsey here in the first place, should

Catching the sarcasm in Damon's tone, Oliver remained unfazed and smiled. "I've always had

meals with Nyla and Buddy before, and I thought you wouldn't mind since you know my relationship with Nyla."

Damon remained silent, his face stoic. Admitting he minded would make him seem petty while claiming he didn't mind felt uncomfortable. Ultimately, h However, Oliver clearly didn't see it that way.

During dinner, he, helped Nyla peel shrimp and picked fish bones out for Mason, making his presence felt. He even cracked jokes, causing Mason and The table was filled with cheerful chatter, while Damon sat quietly, looking increasingly out of place.

After enduring the meal, they settled the bill, and Oliver offered to drive them home.

Damon finally couldn't hold back any longer. He reached over, took Mason from Nyla's arms, and said coldly, “Mr. Raynor, it's not on your way, so you don't need to drive us."

Oliver didn't even look at him-his warm gaze rested on Nyla. "Be careful on your way back then. And let me know when you arrive."

"Okay," Nyla replied.

The driver quickly brought the car around. As they got in, Nyla rolled down the window to say goodbye to Oliver, but Damon coldly instructed the driver Nyla was taken aback. She turned to Damon, noticing his stern expression and feeling confused. What was bothering him?

After a long day of play, Mason, who hadn't even taken a nap, fell asleep in the car.

Nyla and Damon remained silent

until they reached the villa. Once theThis is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

car stopped at the entrance, Nyla

planned to carry Mason out, but Damon was quicker. He picked

Mason up before she could

He carried Mason back to his bedroom, tucked him under the covers, and then turned to Nyla. "We need to talk."

Nyla looked up at him. "Mr. Sumner, I'm really tired today and just want to rest. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"No, it has to be today," Damon insisted.

Seeing the intense look in his eyes, Nyla knew he wouldn't let this go without discussing it. Reluctantly, she agreed. "Alright, what do you

want to talk about?" Conten?

"I want to make it clear that when Buddy is with us, I don't want anyone else around," Damon stated.

Nyla frowned. "Oliver isn't just anyone."

Damon's gaze turned icy as he replied, "Maybe not to you, but you're used to having him around you and Buddy. I don't have any emotional foundation

attention when I'm with him."

At his words, Nyla fell silent. It was true that Oliver's presence would affect Damon's relationship with

Mason.

After thinking it over for a moment, she nodded. "Okay, I understand. Today was just an accident. I'll

make sure to avoid it in the future."

Damon's expression softened slightly at her agreement.