Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 1105 "Understood, Mr. Sumner. Should we continue with the plan for the Wilkie Group?" Spencer asked. "Yes," Damon replied. The day passed quickly, and before long, evening arrived. After reviewing the last contract on his desk, Damon picked up his phone and called Nyla. "Nyla, I'll come pick you up soon. We're going out for dinner tonight." Nyla, who had just picked up Mason, raised an eyebrow. "What about Buddy?" "Tonight is just for the two of us. We'll bring him next time," Damon answered. "Alright, I'll drop him off first," Nyla said. "Okay.

See you soon." Damon smiled as he ended the call, grabbed his coat, and headed out. ... Half an hour later, Damon parked in front of the villa and called Nyla. "Nyla, I'm outside." "Okay, I'm coming," she replied. Not long after, she emerged from the villa. She wore a brown cashmere coat over a beige V-neck sweater and a matching skirt. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. Although her makeup was light, her delicate features and radiant beauty made it impossible to look away. Damon's gaze darkened, his eyes fixed on her as she approached.

When she reached the car and opened the door, she noticed his intense stare. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" "You're stunning tonight," he complimented. It was clear she had put a lot of thought into her appearance. Nyla smiled as she slid into the passenger seat. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself." Once she fastened her seatbelt, Damon started the car. "What are we eating tonight?" Nyla asked. "Steak and wine," Damon answered. "Sounds good," she replied. ... Half an hour later, Damon pulled up in front of an upscale steakhouse.

As they got out of the car, a valet approached. Damon handed over the keys and took Nyla's hand as they walked toward the entrance. Just as they were about to enter, a voice called from behind. "Mr. Sumner! What a coincidence. I didn't expect to run into you here tonight." Damon and Nyla turned to see Drake approaching. Their brows furrowed in unison. "Mr. Mummery, I don't think we're familiar enough to be exchanging pleasantries," Damon said coldly, his tone devoid of warmth. Drake raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A few more encounters, and we'll get there.

By the way, I heard the Wilkie Group terminated its contract with Prospectus Technology. I know Prospectus Technology is looking for new partners. My company's current focus aligns with Prospectus Technology's business. If you're interested, we could collaborate." "That won't be necessary," Damon replied curtly. "It's after hours, and I'm not here to discuss work. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have plans." He didn't wait for a response and pulled Nyla inside the restaurant. Drake didn't follow but stood watching them leave with a cryptic smile.

Once Nyla and Damon were seated in a private room, she asked, "Damon, is the company in trouble right now?" Damon handed her a menu. "It's nothing major. We've been through worse. This is This is nothing. Tonight is about celebrating our marriage, so let's not worry about anything else. Let's just enjoy ourselves." Knowing he didn't want her to worry, Nyla lowered her gaze and didn't press further. She opened the menu and began browsing, though her heart was still heavy with concern.

She couldn't help but recall how exhausted and defeated Damon bad looked the last time Prospectus Technology had faced a crisis Even now just thinking about it made her heart ache.