NovelEnglishAs soon as Nyla entered the villa, she saw Damon and Mason sitting on the living room floor, playing with building blocks.
Mason was quick, but Damon was even faster and wasn't going easy on his son. While Mason was only halfway done, Damon had already finished. "I win," Damon declared, his expression calm and tone flat.
However, if one looked closely, they might catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Mason pouted but said nothing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPlaying games with his father was no fun-he hadn't won a single round tonight. He sniffled, thinking it would be more enjoyable to play with his mother.
Noticing that Mason seemed upset, Damon raised an eyebrow and said, "You'll need a lot more practice if you want to beat me." "Fine..." Mason replied reluctantly.
Suddenly, a soft laugh cfrom nearby.
Mason and Damon both turned to see Nyla standing by the sofa, smiling warmly at them.
She wore a gray trench coat over a cream V-neck sweater and light jeans, paired with classic round-toed loafers. Her long hair flowed down, and she had on light makeup, looking so beautiful that it was hard to look away. Damon's eyes darkened momentarily before he nonchalantly looked away, muttering, "You're here." Nyla smiled and nodded, catching Mason as he ran over to her.
"Mommy! You finally cto pickup. I missed you so much!" Mason exclaimed, hugging her neck and kissing her cheek, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
Reflecting on how indifferent Mason had been toward him during dinner, Damon felt a twinge of helplessness. Nyla found the situation amusing.
Mason wasn't really missing her he was clearly feeling defeated by his father. At daycare, he was the champion, but now he was getting schooled by his own father. She figured that if she had arrived any later, she would have found a teary-eyed little boy.
"Mommy missed you too! How was playing with Daddy?" she asked.
Mason's eyes held a hint of grievance as he turned away. "It was okay, but I still like playing with you more." Nyla chuckled, not calling him out. She looked up at Damon and said, "Mr. Sumner, I'll take Buddy hnow." Damon stood up and offered, "I'll take you." "No need; I drove," Nyla declined.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's late. I'll feel better if I drive you home," Damon insisted.
Nyla was about to refuse again, but Damn from her arms, a d already walked over et headed for the door.
Watching his steady figure, she sighed and followed him.
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During the drive home, Damon took the wheel of Nyla's car while then villa's driver followed them in another vehicle. Mason chattered nonstop, keeping the atmosphere light. Damon occasionally glanced at Nyla
through the rearview mirror as she responded warmly to Masonm However, his gaze gradually darkened, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
If he hadn't been so confident five years ago and had taken better m measures to protect her, this scene would have been much more heartwarming. Pain throbbed in Damon's chest as he took a deep breath, pushing down his emotions and focusing on the road ahead.
The drive from his villa to Nyla's current place was long-over an hour.
Yet when they finally arrived, Damon found himself wishing thadn't flown by so quickly.
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