Chasing the Unexpected

apter 115

“Yes, here to discuss business,” Damon said.

Clark smiled and replied, “Then I won’t keep you. Nyla, let’s go inside.”

Nyla nodded, her gaze lowered, and followed Clark into the restaurant.

Damon’s expression darkened as he watched their retreating figures, his displeasure almost palpable. Spencer internally groaned at the disgruntlement emanating from Damon–why was he always the one suffering?

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Damon didn’t respond, scowling as he walked inside.

Clark was in a good mood tonight. Nyla wasn’t as cold as before, and he had managed to turn things around with Damon.

Under the candlelight, his gaze toward Nyla softened considerably. “Nyla, I’m so glad you’re willing to give me another chance. I promise I won’t let you down!”

Nyla barely registered his words, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, I believe you.”

She continued to cut her steak, the light casting a warm glow over her.

The scene was quiet and pleasant. Clark’s gaze was filled with affection as he looked at her.

Nyla didn’t notice his expression, her thoughts preoccupied with her earlier encounter with Damon. She hadn’t even greeted him–he must think she was ungrateful.

Even if he did think so, she planned to keep her distance from him. If she could, she’d rather never have interacted with him. At least then, she wouldn’t feel guilty now.

“Nyla… Nyla?”

Clark’s voice pulled her back to reality. She looked up at him. “What did you say? Sorry, I was so focused on cutting my steak, I didn’t hear.”

“I was saying, how about I host a birthday party for you at home this year? It’ll be more lively,” Clark suggested.

Nyla shook her head. “No, I don’t like events with too many people.”

“Alright. If you want any gifts, just let me know,” he said.

“Okay.” Nyla set down her knife and fork and stood up. “I’m going to the restroom.”

Once she was around the corner and out of Clark’s view, she felt a sense of relief. She had no feelings for Clark anymore, but maintaining a fake smile in front of him was exhausting,

However, she’d get used to it in time. As long as she could uncover the truth about the accident, she

could endure everything else.

The restaurant was large, with the restrooms located down a long corridor lined with private dining

rooms.

As Nyla emerged from the restroom and walked past the first private room, the door suddenly flew open. A hand reached out and yanked her inside.

“Ah!” Nyla’s scream was quickly muffled by the door closing behind her.

The room was pitch dark, and her heart raced.

As she struggled, she suddenly smelled a mix of alcohol and pine.

It was Damon!

Nyla froze in her struggle, biting her lower lip in fear.

“Uncle Damon-”

Before she could react, a sharp pain hit her lips. Damon bit her.

Nyla gasped in shock and tried to push him away, but her hands were pinned to the wall, unable to move. She could only submit to his will.

“Mmph…”

She struggled desperately, terror and panic flooding her.

Damon was her husband’s uncle–how could they…