Chasing the Unexpected

If Clark had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first place. Hanging up, he glanced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking toward the garage.

As Damon approached his car at the villa entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression.

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Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, “Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself…”

Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found Nyla looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done something reprehensible to her.

Damon slammed the car door shut and demanded coldly, “What’s going on?”

“L… I don’t know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the villa and said she wanted you to give her a ride…”

“And you let her get in?”

Damon’s irritation was palpable. He had come here today to warn Clark as compensation for the night he almost lay his hand on Nyla. From the moment he stepped out of the villa, he wanted nothing more to do with her.

Sensing Damon’s displeasure, Spencer involuntarily shrank back and lowered his head. “Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Nyla was Damon’s niece–in–law, he wouldn’t have dared to let her into the car.

“If there’s a next time, you’ll be mining in the desert.”

“What should we do now? Should I ask Ms. Jayston to get out?”

Damon sneered. “If someone sees her coming out of my car in disarray, I won’t be able to explain myself.”

Spencer hung his head even lower. He should have locked the car when he saw Nyla.

“Alright, get in the car first.”

Damon took off his suit jacket and threw it onto Nyla.

Initially, Nyla feared that Damon would kick her out of the car. They had only met a few times, and she didn’t know his temper.

As she pondered how she would escape if Damon intended to kick her out, the car door suddenly swung open, and a coat flew toward her.

In an instant, it blocked out all light, but Damon’s voice echoed clearly.

“Put it on.”

The scent of pine mingled with a hint of tobacco drifted to her nose. She bit her lip, reached up to take the coat off her head, and put it on. Damon’s warmth still lingered in the coat.

Nyla lowered her gaze, subconsciously gripping the hom of the suit jacket. Besides Clark, this was the first time she had worn another ihan’s clothes, especially in such an awkward and disheveled state.

The next moment, Damon got into the car, calmly instructing the driver to start driving

As the car pulled away, Nyla caught sight of Clark’s car passing by, causing her heart to skip a beat. It wasn’t until Clark’s car disappeared from view that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Regaining her composure, she turned to Damon. “Uncle Damon, thank you for today. Please drop me off at where one can find a taxi.”

Damon turned to look at her indifferently. “What do you think the taxi drivers will make of you in your current state?”

Nyla turned extremely embarrassed. She had been so anxious to escape that she had forgotten to change her clothes. It was true–she wasn’t presentable for hailing a taxi now.

*Then please just drop me off at the entrance of my building.”

“Mm.”

Damon watched her, his brows suddenly furrowing. His piercing gaze made Nyla’s palms sweat nervously. She kept feeling that he was displeased.

“Uncle Damon… what’s wrong?”

“You’re sitting on my documents.”

Realization finally struck Nyla. When she had gotten into the car earlier, she felt something underneath her. However, she had been so afraid that Clark would come and drag her back that she ignored it.

“I’m sorry…”

She quickly picked up the documents, hesitating about whether to hand them to Damon

Spencer, in the passenger seat, reached out and took the documents from her when he sensed her embarrassment. “Ms. Jayston, give them to me.”

Nyla knew that Damon probably wouldn’t touch those documents again.

The car fell into silence, and no one spoke.

It wasn’t until the Maybach stopped at the entrance of The Fleur that Nyla breathed a sigh of relief. Being in a confined space with Damon was too overwhelming. It had kept her tense involuntarily.

She pushed open the door and got out of the car. “Uncle Damon, thank you for today. I’ll wash the jacket and send it to your company’s reception.”

“No need, just throw it away.”