NovelBook"I don't want to choose either. Just stop the car now. I want to get out," Nyla said. Damon calmly resumed driving. "Since you don't want to choose, I'll do it for you." Nyla was so frustrated she almost laughed. She knew that no matter what she said, Damon wouldn't let her out of the car. Resigned, she turned her gaze coldly toward the window. In less than half an hour, they arrived at the hospital.
Damon carried Nyla inside. Resisting was pointless, so she remained silent and expressionless.
After the examination, the doctor assured them there were no major issues and prescribed smedication for internal and external use.
As they were leaving the hospital, Damon tried to carry Nyla again, but she stepped back to avoid him.
"Thanks for tonight, but I'll take a taxi home," she said coldly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that, she picked up her medication and turned to leave the hospital.
Damon followed her silently. As they approached his car, he stopped her and said, "I'll take you home." Nyla looked up at him, feeling a bit helpless. "We've broken up, so what you're doing now is pointless. I won't reconsider and don't want to be involved in your relationship with Rebecca." "I'm not back with her, and I won't be," Damon clarified.
Nyla nodded. "Okay, got it." She tried to move past him, but he grabbed her hand. His expression was tense, his eyes dark and serious. "Don't you believe me?" he asked.
"I do, but whether you're with her or not doesn't concern me. I'm not interested. It's late, and I've had a long night. Can you letgo now?" Nyla asked.
Damon looked at her, trying to detect any hint of deceit in her eyes, but saw none. She seemed to have truly given up on him.
"Nyla, whether you believe it or not, you're the only one on my mind right now," he confessed.
Nyla pulled her hand away, dismissing his words.
The screeching of brakes nearby made them both turn.
A red Lamborghini cto a halt a meter away from them.
Valarie stepped out of the car and quickly positioned herself between Nyla and Damon.
"Mr. Sumner, since you're no longer together, please stop harassing together, please Nyla. Unlike you, she doesn't have an ex who might return at any time. Valarie's tone was scornful, and she spoke without concern for offending him.
Damon's gaze darkened as he looked at Valarie. "Ms. Weir, I haven't broken up with her. We're just having an argument." Valarie sneered. "Mr. Sumner, you and Nyla are broken up, not divorced. You don't need to give your approval." Damon narrowed his eyes, clearly deep in thought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNyla tugged at Valarie's sleeve. "Valarie, let's go. I'm tired." "Okay," Valarie agreed.
Seeing they were about to leave, Damon didn't stop them. "Thanks for taking her htonight, Ms. Weir." Valarie rolled her eyes. "Mr. Sumner, Nyla is to take her home, forgood friend. It's no hassle your place to askto and it's not
Damon said nothing more. He watched them get into the ear and drive away before heading back to his vehicle. On the way home, Valarie couldn't help brecomment, "Even after gup, Damon is still clingine to you. He's just as bad as Clark!"
Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression indifferent ifferent "Don't mention him. Did you get my phone from the restaurant?" "I did. It's in the bag in the back," Valarie replied.
Nyla retrieved her phone and unlocked it, receiving a message from Gabriel as she did.
Gabriel: [I cby to bring you sfood earlier, but no one answered the door Are you not back yet?] х
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