NovelBookThe sounds of fireworks jolted Damon, who was lying in the flower bed, awake. He slowly sat up, his clothes in disarray and scratches scattered across his chest. A look of shock crossed his face.
He recalled seeing Nyla before losing consciousness and couldn't resist hugging and kissing her.
The memory made his expression darken. He quickly straightened his clothes and picked up his phone to call Nyla, but despite numerous attempts, his calls went unanswered.
His frustration mounting, Damon immediately contacted Spencer to find out Nyla's whereabouts. After ending the call, he hurried outside to the villa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe driver, already stationed at the entrance, saw Damon approaching and quickly cover. "Sir, are we heading back now?" Damon didn't answer. His face was grim as he got into the car.
The driver, unsure of what was happening, hesitated to make any decisions without instructions and waited in the driver's seat. Damon stared intently at his phone, his expression serious. When Spencer's call cthrough, he answered immediately. "Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston is on her way back to the city. We're not sure of her exact destination," Spencer reported. "Understood. Share her location within real-time," Damon instructed.
After ending the call, Damon coldly directed, "Head to the city." Nyla's rented apartment was relatively close, so she drove straight back home. Once there, she immediately took a shower.
On the way back, she had already calmed down. After all, she reasoned, she was an adult and had dealt with such situations before just a minor bite from a dog.
After showering and drying her hair, she decided to take smedication. She remembered buying something similar when she was with Clark and thought it might be in her medicine cabinet. Finding the morning-after pills at the bottom of the cabinet, she swallowed one with water, feeling a bit of relief.
Just as she began to relax, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Startled, she went to the door and saw Damon through the peephole. She frowned.
"Nyla, I know you're inside. Let's talk," Damon said.
Nyla pressed her lips together and, after a moment of hesitation, opened the door.
They settled on the sofa, with Nyla maintaining a calm demeanor while Damon appeared apologetic and uncomfortable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Nyla, I'm sorry about what happened tonight. I'll take responsibility," he said.
His gaze shifted from initial guilt to a more determined expression. He looked at her seriously and added, "I will marry you." At his words, Nyla unexpectedly burst into laughter.
She raised an eyebrow at Damon, her gaze indifferent. "Mr. Sumner, one-night stands are quite common among adults. I don't need you to take responsibility, and marrying you isn't something I'm interested in." QUMS Considering the challenging dynamics within the Sumner family, she felt it was best to maintain her distance. Moreover, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Damon furrowed his brow. "Nyla, but I want to take responsibility." "I don't need it. Let's just pretend tonight never happened. Mr. Sumner, you can leave now," Nyla said.
Damon remained seated, his face tense. His eyes, dark and
unreadable, were fixed on her. After a long silence, he finally spoke "Since it happened, it can't be ignored."
"But I don't need you to take responsibility. Mr. Sumner, you don't think that just because we sleptm together you can bindto you, do E you?" Nyla asked. Seeing that she had misunderstood his intentions, Damon instinctively tried to clarify. "That's not what I meant. I just―" Nyla interrupted him, "No matter
what you meant, tonight doesn't change anything for me. We're m adults there's no need for melo. It's late now, so you should go." X
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