Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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"I'll take you cook. You should move back to the

back. With your hand injured, It's inconvenient for you to villa for now. Once your injury heals, you can go back to your rental place."

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There was a flash of dissatisfaction in Nyla's eyes as she looked at Clark in displeasure. "I'm just injured, not paralyzed. I can take care of myself." They locked eyes for a moment, and Clark eventually relented. "Fine. Then I'll have the maid prepare meals and deliver them to you every day." Seeing Nyla still wanting to refuse, he added in a low voice, "Choose between coming back to the villa with me or having the maid send you meals."Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Having been with Clark for eight years, Nyla knew his personality well. He was never easy to persuade. If she refused again, he might actually go as far as forcing her back to the villa and keeping her there. "I'll choose the second option."

The tension in Clark's lips finally relaxed at her words, and his gaze softened as he looked at her. "I'll send you back."

When he found out that Nyla hadn't moved to Karlinan, he frowned. "Why didn't you move there?"

"I'm used to living there. That can wait."

Seeing her reluctance to discuss further, Clark felt a twinge of discomfort but restrained himself from saying more.

On the way back to Nyla's rental house, he had intended to chat with her, but as soon as he got in the car, he received a call from a business partner. The call didn't end until they were near Nyla's apartment complex.

Turning to look at her delicate but blank face, Clark felt a bitter pang in his heart.

Previously, when they were alone together, Nyla would always talk animatedly with a smile on her face, as if she would never tire of it. Now, she seemed indifferent, and they sat in relative silence. "Nyla, be careful not to get your wound wet these days. If there's anything inconvenient in your daily life, just give me a call."

Nyla nodded with a straight face. "Got it."

Clark could see that she didn't seem to take his words to heart, and his expression turned desolate. Sensing the change in Clark's mood, Nyla remained unresponsive.

In the past, she used to be concerned about his busy work schedule, always attentive to his moods, wanting their time together to be relaxing-

it had become a habit. It seemed she should get rid of this habit for good.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of the apartment complex.

Clark wanted to accompany Nyla upstairs, but she refused. "I had a failed experiment today, plus my hand injury. I'm not in a good mood right now. I want to be alone. You should go back to the company."

Without giving Clark a chance to speak, she closed the car door and walked away.

The temperature inside the car instantly dropped.

Michael, in the passenger seat, hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Mr. Sumner, I heard. that when a woman is upset, giving her a handbag can usually cheer her up. Should we get one for Mr Clark furrowed his brow. "Arrange it."

"Alright."

Sensing the atmosphere in the car lightening up a bit, Michael instructed the driver to head back to the

company.

Clark's expression still bore a trace of gloominess. After all, he had clearly seen Nyla's attitude toward him today, which was no different from rejecting him outright.

No matter what, he had been the one to cheat first. Nyla's current demeanor toward him was something he deserved. He just didn't know how long it would take for her to forgive him and for them to reconcile. Genevieve sat behind her desk in the R&D Department Manager's office at Park Pharmaceuticals, reviewing the lab's surveillance footage from this morning.

There were no cameras in the lab or the reagent storage room, so she could only watch the footage from the corner cameras.

After watching it repeatedly, Genevieve's gaze finally settled on Mabel.