Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 441



Not wanting to waste any more time arguing, Nyla turned to leave, but Damon blocked her path. She frowned and looked up, about to speak, when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What are you- Mmph!" Her words were cut off as Damon's lips pressed against hers.

Nyla's eyes widened in shock.

Was he out of his mind?!

The balcony was only separated from the main hall by a curtain. Someone could come by at any moment. If anyone saw this, she wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter how hard she tried.

She trembled and tried to push Damon away, but he wouldn't budge. In her fury, she bit down hard on his lip.

Damon winced in pain and released her. He wiped the blood from his mouth and was about to speak when Nyla slapped him across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed in the sudden silence between them. A cool breeze swept through, making Nyla shiver. Damon's gaze was like a brewing storm.

Nyla fought to suppress her fear and looked up at him, speaking with emphasis. "You wanted to know what makes Oliver different? I'll tell you. He's kind and doesn't force me to do things I don't want to. That's the difference between him and you."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Damon's gaze remained dark and brooding as he watched her leave, but he didn't try to stop her.

Neither of them noticed a pair of cold eyes watching from the corner, taking in everything that happened on the balcony.

Rebecca was holding a wine glass, her beautiful features twisted with anger. Her grip on the glass was so tight that it almost shattered. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at a nearby server, who gave her a nod before carrying a glass of wine toward Damon.

Back in the hall...

Damon, feeling increasingly agitated, saw the server pass by and called out to him. He grabbed a glass of wine and downed it in one go. The alcohol did nothing to ease his frustration. If anything, it only made him more irritated, so he picked up another glass.

Spencer returned from delivering the

gift and saw Damon drinking one glass of wine after another on the sofa. He hurried over. "Mr. Sumner, you can't drink any more. You have an international meeting tomorrow morning."

Damon shot Spencer a cold glance, causing him to withdraw his hand quietly.

"Just go home for now," Damon said dismissively.

Spencer hesitated. "Mr. Sumner, you've had quite a lot to drink. Why don't I wait for you?"

"Have you finished the report for tomorrow's meeting?" Damon asked.

Spencer was taken aback, and his face flushed with guilt.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Have the driver take you home first and come back around 10:00 p.m. to pick me up," Damon instructed.

Hearing this, Spencer didn't insist further. "Alright. Mr. Sumner, try not to drink too much. Ms. Jayston probably doesn't appreciate drunkards either."

As Damon's icy stare followed him, Spencer left quickly. Lingering any longer might be dangerous.

Damon looked down at his drink, his expression bitter.

Nyla wouldn't care if he was drunk-she didn't care about him at all now.

The memory of how she had smiled so charmingly at Oliver while barely acknowledging him fueled Damon's frustration. He brought the glass to his lips and continued drinking, one glass after another.

In the shadow's, Rebecca observed Damon's increasing inebriation with a sense of satisfaction. His drunken state would boost the chances of her plan succeeding, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

As Damon continued to drink, he suddenly began to sense that something was off.