Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark held Jordyn's waist tightly, losing himself in his frenzied release, his eyes dark and brooding.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

After what felt like an eternity, just when Jordyn thought she might pass out, Clark finally pressed into her one last time as they both reached their climax.

When it was over, Jordyn was about to pick up her underwear when a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Her face, which had been flushed moments ago, turned pale. "Clark... my stomach hurts..."

Clark's expression changed as he remembered that Jordyn was still in the early stages of pregnancy and that he hadn't held back at all. He quickly scooped her up and rushed out of the office.

That evening, Nyla received a message from Spencer and was about to head out when her phone buzzed with an alert from the private investigator.

After reading the message, her face turned ashen.

Clark had been calling her earlier, and now he was in the hospital after having sex with his mistress.

The sheer disgust she felt was overwhelming. Fortunately, she never intended to forgive him. Otherwise, she didn't know how she could have coped with this.

Taking a deep breath, she messaged the private investigator to continue monitoring the situation, then put her phone away and headed out.

Despite her efforts to stay composed, the news affected her mood. She barely ate anything at dinner and was unusually quiet.

Several times, Skyray Medical's representatives spoke to her, but she failed to respond promptly. If it weren't for Spencer stepping in to smooth things over, their hosts might have been quite displeased. As the dinner concluded, Spencer finally let out a sigh of relief.

On the way back to the hotel, Damon frowned as he looked at Nyla. "I don't appreciate employees who bring their personal feelings into their work."

Although Nyla wasn't an employee of Prospectus Technology, her actions represented the company when she was with Damon.

Understanding her poor performance that night, Nyla lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sumner."

I'm not looking for apologies. If you bring this attitude into your experiments, I can't trust that you won't make mistakes, Damon said.

"Mr. Sumner, I promise it won't happen again," she assured him.

Damon's intense gaze bore into Nyla, the pressure emanating from him causing her to clench her fists and bite her lip until it turned white. "You better mean it," he warned.

Had she been a Prospectus Technology employee, she would have been fired by the end of the dinner.

Damon wasn't one to give second chances.

Spencer, sitting in the front, noticed Nyla's lowered head and didn't dare to speak up for her. After all, challenging Damon's anger was asking for trouble.

Back at the hotel, they retired to their rooms.

Nyla closed the door and sat on the couch, carefully saving each photo the private investigator had sent.

Despite having the evidence she needed, she didn't feel any joy. She couldn't comprehend how Clark could promise to stay faithful while simultaneously cheating with Jordyn. Didn't he realize that his actions were eroding the last remnants of their good memories together?

Nyla couldn't wrap her mind around it and decided not to dwell on it.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her phone face down on the table and got up to prepare for bed. Just then, her phone vibrated.

Seeing that it was someone from Skyray Medical, Nyla was filled with confusion. She answered, and a gentle female voice came through. "Ms. Jayston, this is Zoe Quinn. You left your scarf at the restaurant. I'm on my way to return it to you. Which room are you in?" Zoe asked.

Scarf? Nyla recalled that she had worn a dress and hadn't brought a scarf.

"Ms. Quinn, I wasn't wearing a scarf tonight. You must be mistaken," Nyla said.

"No mistake, Ms. Jayston. You'll understand once you see it," Zoe insisted.

Upon hearing this, Nyla realized what was happening. The scarf was just an excuse. Zoe was looking for an opportunity to build a connection.