NovelBookClark shook his head. "How could that be? I just hope you understand that someone with nothing can be fearless." He turned and left after speaking.
Back in the car, Clark shook his sleeve, and a knife fell out, its blade glinting coldly.
He picked it up and sneered. If Damon hadn't agreed earlier, this knife would have been pressed against Nyla's neck.
He wouldn't have done that unless absolutely necessary, though. After all, Nyla was once his wife.
Only Nyla and Damon remained in the office.
The room fell into silence, with neither of them speaking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNyla took a deep breath and looked at Damon. "Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about this morning. I didn't expect him to show up and useto threaten you." Damon frowned. "You don't need to apologize for what Clark did." Her pale face clearly indicated Clark's actions had shaken her..
"I also caused you trouble, and I appreciate you saving me. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work now," Nyla added.
As she turned to leave, Damon's cold voice stopped her. "Wait!" Nyla tightened her grip on the door handle, her heart racing as she heard his footsteps behind her. When she turned to speak, her chin was grabbed.
She frowned and instinctively tried to push Damon away, but her wrist was caught, and she was pressed against the door.
"Mr. Sumner... please letgo..." she requested.
Damon laughed bitterly at her distant gaze. "Try calling'Mr. Sumner' one more time." Nyla's eyes flashed with anger. Her voice turned icy. "Mr. Sumner, I-" Before she could finish, Damon's kiss came.
She instinctively turned her face away, his lips brushing against her cheek.
Anger sparked in her eyes. The humiliation was overwhelming. Damon clearly saw her resistance but still showed no respect.
Nyla pressed her lips together and looked up at him, her voice steady. "Damon, do you seeas just a plaything? "Even if I've broken up with you and want nothing more to do with you, you still do whatever you want with me, and I have no choice but to accept?" Despite Nyla's deep hurt, her tears swirled in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.
Damon suddenly felt a wave of regret and pain, more intense than when she had broken up with him.
"Nyla, I'm sorry," he said.
He reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she pulled away.
"If you really felt sorry, you wouldn't keep bothering me," Nyla said.
Damon sighed. He had intended to keep his distance for the next three months, but seeing Clark's hand on her waist earlier had nearly driven him mad with jealousy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe realized he was truly in love with her.
"My relationship with her isn't real," he tried to explain.
Upon seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Nyla's expression turned cynical. She coldly looked away. "Whether it's real or not doesn't concern me. Please letgo." Damon leaned in slowly and rested
his forehead against hers, his tone coaxing. "Nyla, don't be so cold I'm tell you everything, okay? The reason I Επ got back with her is that
"Stop!" Nyla interrupted. "No matter the reason, the fact that act that you're m getting back with her is the reality.
Whether it's real or not doesn't matter to me. I don't want to be involved in your relationship. If you keep bothering me, I'll have to resign." Damon's expression darkened. "I won't agree to that!" "I'm not an employee of Prospectus Technology. As long as Park Pharmaceuticals agrees, it's fine," Nyla stated.
Seeing her resolute expression, Damon felt as though he was truly losing her.
"If I stop bothering you, will you not resign?" he asked.
Nyla had intended to say she would still resign once she got into 3 m graduate program in Capitarnia, but that was her matter and not something she needed to share. Peter Gril CH/F-PSE X
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