Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Not long after Sullivan left, Ruby sent him a message.

Ruby: [Sullivan, I'm really busy today, I might not have time for dinner. Don't wait for me, sorry.]

She sent the message, but there was no reply from Sullivan.

By the time evening came and Nyla was packing up to leave, she noticed that Ruby was still at her desk.

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Ruby, why haven't you left yet? I thought all the work for today was done."

Ruby stiffened for a moment before forcing a smile. "There are a few more data points I want to double-check to avoid any mistakes. You go ahead. I'll stay a bit longer."

Nyla nodded. "Alright, but don't stay too late. Go home early."

"Okay," Ruby replied.

After Nyla left, Ruby lingered in the office for a while before finally turning off her computer and heading out.

An hour earlier, Sullivan had sent her the address of the restaurant, along with a pitiful picture of himself in a cab, his arm in a cast.

Ruby chose to ignore it, but her mood was still affected.

Sullivan was clearly using his past kindness as leverage to get her to go out with him, but she didn't want to feel obligated to be with him just because of his favors.

After thinking it over for a while, she decided to pretend she hadn't seen his message and went straight home.noveldrama

When Nyla got into the car, she was surprised to find that Damon was the one driving.

"Did the driver take the day off?" she asked.

Damon glanced at her, a smile in his eyes. "Come sit in the front. We're going out to eat today."

Noticing his good mood, Nyla

moved to the front seat and buckled

her seatbelt. "Why are we suddenly going out? Did the company land a going-out?

big deal today, and you're celebrating?"

Damon started the car and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, we're celebrating, but not because of a business deal."

"Then what's it for?" Nyla asked.

"Guess. If you get it right, I'll reward you," he said.

Nyla thought for a moment. Today wasn't anyone's birthday, nor was it a special anniversary.

"I can't guess. Just tell me," she said.

"It's the anniversary of the first time we met," Damon said casually.

Nyla was stunned. The first time they met?

"But wasn't our first meeting at my wedding to Clark?" she asked.

Although she hated Clark now for betraying her, she still remembered that day vividly. Before marrying Clark, she was sure she had never met Damon.

After all, Damon was so handsome. If she had met him, she would have remembered.

Damon chuckled. "Of course not.

You remember the day you married

him so clearly, but you don't

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remember when we first met? Isn't that unfair to me?"

"If you were married, I bet you'd remember that day too," Nyla said flatly. Damon continued with a teasing smile. "It depends on when you decide to marry me." Nyla shot him a playful glare. "You still haven't told me. When did we first meet?"

"I won't tell you. You figure it out. If you can't remember, then forget it," Damon replied.

Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Sumner, are you telling me that when we first met, you already had designs on me?"

A glint of amusement flickered in Damon's eyes. Without hiding his intentions, he admitted, "Yes."

At that time, Nyla was still with

Clark, and they were very happy. Although Damon had been attracted to her, he hadn't intended to cause trouble between himself and Clark over a woman.