NovelEnglishDamon's jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that they turned white.
Nyla turned her head away, feeling a wave of bitterness welling up inside her.
From the moment he chose Rebecca, any possibility between them had disappeared. So why was he acting like this now? Who was he trying to convince? He had saved her tonight, and she was genuinely grateful. She even felt a bit softened toward him. However, she knew deep down that the gap between them couldn't be bridged just by liking each other.
She also didn't want to experience the heart-wrenching pain of watching someone she loved walk away with someone else again.
"Mr. Sumner, I appreciate your help, but it's really not necessary," Nyla said.
They had broken up, and she didn't want to owe Damon any more than she already did.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDamon abruptly braked and pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned to face her, his gaze filled with restraint and frustration. "Nyla, can you stop being so stubborn?" he asked.
Nyla frowned, her voice growing colder. "Mr. Sumner, I've told you twice that I don't need your help. Who's the stubborn one here?" "I'm doing this for your safety!" Damon insisted.
"And I've said I'm perfectly safe at Valarie's place," Nyla repeated.
Silence fell over the car, both of them unwilling to back down.
After a tense few moments of staring at each other, Damon finally gave in, starting the car with a cold expression.
Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere in the car was frosty.
Nyla considered getting out and calling a cab, but she could sense Damon's fury and didn't dare speak up.
When they arrived at Valarie's place, Nyla turned to him. "Mr. Sumner, thank you for tonight." Damon stared straight ahead, his profile cold and distant. It was clear he was in a terrible mood.
He hummed in response.
Nyla lowered her gaze as she stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her.
The black Maybach roared to life and sped off the moment she got out.
She watched until Damon's car disappeared from sight before turning back toward the house, Just as she was about to press the doorbell, the front gate swung open, and Valarie hurried out.
"Where's Damon?" Valarie asked, a bit surprised to see Nyla alone, as she took the bag from her hands. "He left," Nyla replied.
Valarie raised an eyebrow, noticing Nyla's downcast expression. "What happened? Did you two have an argument?" "Not exactly. We just had a disagreement on the way here," Nyla explained.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What kind of disagreement?" Valarie inquired.
Nyla briefly outlined the situation, and Valarie shook her head in disbelief. "Well, Damon isn't wrong never would've guessed Gabriel was that twisted. Doing all that because he likes you? Who would believe it?" "I don't get it either," Nyla said wryly.
QUMS "Don't stress over it. Just focus on resting over the next few days. Once everything settles, I'll help you move your stuff. You could even move in with me! This big house is kind of dull by myself anyway," Valarie suggested.
Nyla couldn't help but smile. "Do you realize how much envy you're inviting with that? wish I could be as bored as you."
The two chatted as they walked inside, and Valarie showed Nyla to the guest room "Everything here is new If you need anything else, just letknow." "Thanks, Valarie. I really appreciate it," Nyla said. Valarie rolled her eyes playfully. "If you keep thanking me, I might just kick you out." Nyla chuckled. "Alright, I'll stop."
"You've had a long day. Take a shower and get srestTomorrow we'lf go shopping," Valarie said comfortingly. After Valarie left, Nyla was about to head to the bathroom when her phone buzzed with a notification.
[Ms. Jayston, that photo has been posted online. It's gaining more and more attention.] Nyla went online and saw that a headline about Rebecca and Nathaniel was trending. Her eyes turned icy.
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