Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon nodded. "Got it. You don't need to worry about these things. You're going

to Meristate alone. If something happens, I won't be able to reach you right away. You need to be careful."

"I know," Nyla replied.

"You can't trust Alexander or Drake, but they don't get along. You might be able to use that to your advantage," Damon suggested.

"As for the internal power dynamics of the Nixons, I don't have all the details yet, but from what I've found, your stepfather has a son and a daughter with your mother.

"He also has a mistress, and they have a son together. For the past ten years, he's essentially been living with her, and his relationship with your mother is terrible.

"Now that he's sick, he wants to pass the Nixons down to his mistress' son. Your mother won't accept that, so there's been a lot of internal conflict.

"I wasn't able to find out much more beyond that. If you can gather more information once you're there and can contact me, call me. I'll help you."

Hearing Damon's words, Nyla felt a surge of emotion rise in her chest. "Okay, I understand. I'll be careful."

Damon's expression was serious. "I'll work on expanding Prospectus Technology as quickly as possible so I can come to you sooner."

"Mm." Nyla leaned into his arms and whispered, "Damon, I'll do my best too, until the day you come for me."

Damon was about to respond when the bathroom door suddenly swung open.

Mason stepped out, wrapped in a towel.

Seeing Nyla and Damon embracing, he immediately covered his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"

Nyla pulled away from Damon, wiped the corners of her eyes, and smiled at Mason. "Come here after you're done, I'll dry your hair. And hurry up and get dressed-you don't want to catch a cold."

"There's heating in the room. I won't!" Mason countered.

"Even with heating, you still shouldn't be careless." Nyla picked up a towel and walked over to him, placing it over his head and starting to dry his hair.noveldrama

Once she finished, she was about to help him get dressed when he quickly took a few steps back.

"Mom, boys and girls are different! You're a girl, I'm a boy. I'll do it myself," he said.

Nyla paused for a second, then nodded. "Alright, you do it. I'll go get your clothes."

About ten minutes later, Mason was fully dressed.

Normally, he'd be winding down for bed after playing for a while, but tonight even past 9:00 p.m., he

signs of being tired.

"Buddy, it's about time for bed. We

need to wake up early

don't you want to be

well-rested for our plans?" Nyla asked.

Mason had been playing happily, but hearing this, he looked up at Nyla. "Mommy,

where are we going tomorrow?"

"You'll have to ask your dad," she replied.

Mason turned expectantly to Damon. "Daddy, what are we doing tomorrow?"

"You'll find out in the morning. Now

go to

bed

Damon

Now

Mommy and Daddy are We need to get

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answered. Contest,"

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Realizing he wasn't going to get an answer, Mason pouted. "Alright, fine."

After he went to bed, Nyla and Damon took turns showering. Once they were both

in their pajamas, they climbed into bed.

As soon as they lay down, Damon pulled Nyla into his arms.

Every moment with her was precious.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew she wouldn't agree, he wouldn't have brought Mason on this trip at all.

Even though Mason was his son, he didn't want anything—or anyone-cutting into his time with Nyla.