Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon glanced at Nyla, noticed her with her head down, lost in thought, and frowned involuntarily. Ever since she had taken that call from Oliver at no "Daddy..." Mason called out.

Damon snapped back to reality and looked down at Mason, scooping him up in his arms. "Sure. If you like it, we can come here every week."

"Yay!" Mason clapped his hands excitedly, his cheeks flushed with joy.

Since they had played late into the day, they decided to find a nearby restaurant for dinner.

After placing their orders, Nyla headed to the restroom.

The restaurant featured wooden partitions between each table, adorned with lush green leaves. It was both beautiful and provided a degree of privacy

As Nyla walked past the partitions toward the restroom, a surprised voice suddenly called out to her, Nyla?

She froze at the sound of the voice. Turning her head stiffly, she saw it was indeed Oliver. An involuntary wave of guilt washed over her.

Forcing a smile, she asked slowly, "Oliver, what are you doing here?"

Oliver looked genuinely pleased to see her. "I came to meet a client for business. I didn't expect to run into you. Is Buddy here too?" Nyla felt a bit cornered but nodded. "Yeah, since you're busy with work, I won't keep you."

“It's fine. I'm all done. Where are you sitting?" Oliver asked.

Knowing she couldn't avoid the encounter, Nyla reluctantly told him their table's location and added, "By the way, Damon is here too."

Oliver paused, finally understanding the hesitation he had sensed from Nyla earlier. Disappointment flickered in his eyes, but he didn't want to make things difficult for her.

"Then I won't join you. When you and Buddy have some time, let's have a meal together," he said before turning to leave.

Watching Oliver walk away, Nyla couldn't help but bite her lip.

She hurried after him and grabbed his hand. "Oliver, don't go! You

probably didn't eat well discussing business just now, so come have dinner with us."

Oliver looked at her in disbelief and shook his head. “No, it's okay. If Damon is there, it'll just make things awkward for you."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"It won't," Nyla replied, looking up at

him with determination. "We've moved on from that. You're my boyfriend how, and he's Buddy's biological father. You two will.

inevitably meet in the futuvel

Even if it wasn't this time, there would be a next time. Nyla didn't want to keep putting Oliver in awkward

positions-it wasn't fair to him.

Oliver subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand. "Okay."

Damon was chatting with Mason when he caught a glimpse of Nyla out of the corner of his eye. Instively, he looked up, frowning when he saw the man following her.

Damon and Oliver's eyes met-one icy and impatient, the other warm and gentle.

As Nyla and Oliver reached the table, she asked Damon, “Mr. Sumner, you don't mind having an extra person, do you?"

Damon's frown intensified, his tone

difficult to read. "Ms. Kinsey, if I'm

not mistaken, today is meant for us to spend time with Buddy. Bringing in an outsider seems inappropriate."

Nyla chuckled. “As long as Buddy doesn't mind, it's fine. Buddy, is it okay if Uncle Oliver joins us for

dinner?"