Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Delia hissed.

Nyla remained calm. "Whether or not you dare doesn't matter to me. I need to change. Please step aside."

When Delia didn't move, Nyla pushed her aside and walked toward her bedroom.

By the time she returned to the living room, she saw Delia sitting next to Andre, whispering something to him.

Nyla approached, stopping a few steps away. "Andre, we can go now."

Andre looked up and smiled. "Alright, Ms. Kinsey."

He turned to Delia. "Thank you, Ms. Nixon, for sharing that information about Ms. Kinsey. I'll see you next time."

Seeing Andre smile without any hint of distancing himself from Nyla, Delia stood up to block his path. "Andre, even knowing she has a husband and son back in her homeland, you still want to be with her?"

Andre furrowed his brow and looked at Delia, his expression one of disapproval. "Ms. Nixon, Ms. Kinsey is your sister. I expect you to show her the respect she deserves.

"I'm having lunch with her because we're friends, nothing more. I hope I won't hear you speak so disrespectfully about your sister again."

"She's not my sister! She's just-" Delia couldn't finish the sentence when she met Andre's disappointed gaze.

She forced herself to calm down, staring into Andre's eyes. "You say you invited her because you're friends. I'm considered your friend too. Why invite her alone and not me?"

"Because Ms. Kinsey took the class seriously today, while you kept causing disruptions. If you focus next time, I'll consider bringing you along."

Andre didn't wait for her response but turned to walk toward Nyla. "Ms. Kinsey, sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we go?"

"Of course," Nyla replied.

Before leaving, Nyla glanced at the distraught Delia, then calmly turned away, walking out with Andre.

...

An hour later, Andre stopped his car outside a high-end restaurant.

The two get out, and Andre led Nyla inside, handing her a note. "He's waiting for you here. You'll need to leave through the back door. Someone will meet you, but you only have one hour."

As he spoke, he moved to the wall and gently pushed it. A hidden door , leading to a passageway tled straight to the back door.

Nyla nodded. "Thank you, Andre."noveldrama

She entered the hidden door, and Andre closed it behind her.

The wall returned to its original state, leaving no trace of the secret door.

A few minutes later, Nyla got into the car parked at the back.

The driver, a local from Meristate, started the car as soon as she got in.

In less than ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a villa.

Nyla took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked up to ring the doorbell.

Footsteps quickly approached from inside.

When the door opened, Nyla's breath

caught in her throat as she saw the

face she'd been longing for. She opened her mouth, her voiceo trembling. "Damon..."

"Come in. We'll talk inside," Damon said.

Nyla forced herself to steady her emotions and stepped into the villa.

Although it was daytime, the windows on the first floor were all closed. Without the lights on, the place would have been pitch dark.

As soon as Nyla stepped inside, Damon pulled her into his arms.

Nyla returned the embrace, their bodies pressed tightly together.