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

Chapter 693 Lydia quickly nodded. "Okay, I'll go get it now." By the time she returned with the oral gel, Nyla was coming out of the kitchen. "Ms. Kinsey, Mr. Sumner said you burned your tongue while eating. You should apply this oral gel, and it should be better by morning," Lydia advised. Nyla took the oral gel and replied, "Thank you, Lydia. It's getting late, so you should go rest." Lydia glanced toward the kitchen. "Ms. Kinsey, are you planning to cook something? Do you want me to help?" "No need. I'm just making some soup. I can handle it. You should go get some rest," Nyla answered.

Lydia nodded. "Alright, but if you need anything, just call me." "Will do," Nyla replied. Once Lydia left, the living room fell into a sudden quiet, with only Nyla and Damon present. After what had just happened, she felt a bit awkward facing him. Damon put down his cutlery and looked at her. "Come here." Under the lights, he appeared calm, but an undeniable tension filled the air. "What's wrong?" Nyla asked, remaining where she stood and watching him. "I'll help you apply the oral gel," Damon said.

As soon as he said that, an image of him applying oral gel to her tongue flashed in her mind, making her bite her lip. "No need. I can do it myself," Nyla refused. Damon didn't reply but continued to look at her, his dark eyes intense. Feeling the weight of his gaze, Nyla instinctively tightened her grip on the oral gel tube. "Damon, really, it's fine. I can manage," she insisted. In the next moment, he stood up and walked toward her. He moved slowly, but each step felt like it landed in her heart, making her heartbeat quicken. He stopped right in front of her, extending his hand.

"Give me the oral gel." "It's fine, I can-" Nyla began to decline. Before she could finish, he grasped her wrist. She froze for a moment, then instinctively tried to pull away, but he had already let go. "Go sit on the sofa," Damon said. Nyla glanced at the oral gel he held, ready to protest, but he seemed to anticipate her next, words if you refuse again I carry you there myself." Under Damon's unwavering gaze, Nyla lowered her own and reluctantly agreed. Once she sat on the edge of the sofa, she heard his deep voice from above.

"Look up and open your mouth." She followed his instructions, but as soon as she looked up, their eyes locked. At that moment, her heart raced even faster. Quickly, she averted her gaze, her hands subconsciously tightening at her sides as she fought to stay calm. Damon cupped her chin, his deep voice close to her ear. "Open your mouth." Nyla slowly parted her lips, clutching the hem of her shirt in anxiety. She didn't know why she was so vel? эл nervous- skie had already decided to be friends with Damon. Yet, as he drew near, her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

His handsome face was so close, and the faint scent of pine surrounding him made her thoughts spiral. "Don't be nervous. It won't hurt," Damon coaxed. While speaking, he dipped a cotton swab into the oral gel and gently applied it to the blister on her tongue. Nyla had expected it to hurt, but instead, there was no pain at all. The oral gel had a refreshing minty scent that felt soothing. As she looked up at Damon, her eyes were slightly reddened and held a hint of innocence that inspired a sense of protectiveness. Damon's gaze darkened, and his body tensed as he fought the urge to kiss her.

Once he finished applying the oral gel, he withdrew his hand and tossed the swab into the trash. "All done. Just avoid irritating the blister tonight, and it should be fine by morning," he said.