Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla looked up at Clark and saw the apology in his eyes.

She nodded and said, "Yes, I've thought it over. I've been too cold toward you. And between spouses, it's not just about forgiveness."

Clark was momentarily stunned, then his eyes filled with joy. "Nyla, are you serious?"

He had expected that Nyla would still be angry and that he would have to spend time placating her. To his surprise, her attitude had changed in just a morning. She was no longer as cold and resistant as before.

Nyla smiled. "Of course. Although I haven't completely forgiven you yet, I realize I shouldn't continue to hold grudges. I'll move back to the villa in a couple of days."

"Really?"

Although Clark didn't understand why Nyla had suddenly changed her mind, the important thing was that she was willing to come back to him. Nothing else mattered.

"Yes, just come and pick me up when the time comes," she replied.

Alright."

Seeing Nyla's demeanor soften from before, Clark hesitated for a moment, then carefully asked, "Nyla... would you have dinner with me tonight? It's been a long time since we've eaten together..." Nyla was silent for a few seconds.

Just when Clark thought she was going to refuse, she nodded. "Sure, just send me the location."

Clark's face lit up with excitement. "I'll come pick you up."

He had a feeling that Nyla would fully forgive him soon.

"Okay," she said.

Clark dropped Nyla off at the entrance of her apartment and left.

As soon as his car was out of sight, her smile turned cold.

To investigate the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident thoroughly, she needed to stay close to Clark. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the chance to approach Cyrus.

Taking a deep breath, Nyla turned and walked to her apartment.

In the evening, Clark drove to pick up Nyla.

When she appeared, he was momentarily taken aback.

It was clear that Nyla had made an effort to look presentable. Although she wore only a dress and light makeup, she looked very different from when they last met. "

"Nyla, you look beautiful today," he praised.

Nyla seemed to shyly lower her head. Without saying a word, she opened the passenger door and got in

the car.

Clark reached out to hold her hand, but she pulled away.

"I've only agreed to move back and improve our relationship. It doesn't mean I've forgiven you, so I'm not ready for any intimate gestures right now. I hope you understand," she explained. Clark's gaze dimmed, but he nodded. "I understand. I'll wait until you've fully forgiven me."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Nyla's downcast eyes. If it turned out that the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident was indeed related to Cyrus, her hatred for Clark would only deepen. Forgiving him was impossible.

Seeing she said nothing else, Clark didn't press further and started the car.

Half an hour later, they stopped outside a restaurant. As they got out, they ran into Damon and Spencer.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Damon frowned when he saw Nyla and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Didn't the doctor say she needed to stay in the hospital for observation? Why was she out and about now -and with Clark?

Noticing Damon's gaze on Nyla, Clark stepped in front of her to block the view and said in a low voice," What a coincidence, Uncle Damon. Are you here for dinner too?" Damon looked at him, his gaze devoid of warmth.