Chasing the Unexpected

After Hyla finished speaking, she hung up and blocked Clark without giving him another chance to speak

Soon, an unfamiliar number called her again, but she ignored it.

After several attempts, the calls stopped.

Nyla served the meal she had prepared on the table. Just as she finished tidying up the kitchen, the doorbell rang

When she checked and confirmed that it was Damon at the door, she opened it.

Noticing the aroma of food, Damon looked surprised. “You cooked?”

Nyla nodded and stepped aside to let him in “Yes. Let’s have dinner before we head out”

As they walked into the living room, Damon saw the table set with three dishes and a soup. They looked appetizing, and the tableware was neatly arranged.

After sitting down, Damon suddenly asked, “Did you use to cook often?”

Nyla smiled. “No. Before my divorce from Clark, we mostly had a housekeeper who cooked.”

Damon hummed but said nothing more. He picked up his cutlery and took a bite.

After a moment of silence, he set down his cutlery and took a sip of water.

He tried the other two dishes, his hope finally diminishing

He asked Nyla, “Has anyone ever told you that your cooking is good?”

“No, why?” Nyla asked.

“Then why do you still cook?” Damon asked in return.

The dishes looked nice, but the amount of salt was overwhelming, enough to make someone choke.

Damon suddenly regretted agreeing to stay for dinner.

“Is it not good?” Nyla asked, concerned.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

e had followed the recipes and assumed the dishes were decent. They shouldn’t be that bad.

Damon raised an eyebrow. “Try them yourself.”

Nyla picked up a piece of asparagus, put it in her mouth, and spat it out immediately.

Was this truly her cooking? She couldn’t bear to try the other dishes.

The atmosphere grew awkward, and Nyla deeply regretted her decision to cook for Damon today

After a moment’s hesitation, she served him a bowl of soup. “The dishes probably have too much salt. The soup has no salt. Try it.”

Damon took the bowl, noticed an eggshell floating in the soup, and set it down. “Let’s eat out.”

Nyla realized her cooking was barely edible and stood up. “Let me clean up.”

“No need. I’ll have someone come to clean up,” Damon said firmly.

“Alright… I’ll go change,” Nyla conceded.

After changing clothes, she grabbed her packed luggage, preparing to head to Damon’s place directly

after dinner.

As she left the bedroom, she saw Damon standing by the dining table with his back to her, absorbed in his phone.

“Uncle Damon, I’m ready. Let’s go,” she announced.

Damon turned around, tucked his phone into his pocket, and naturally took her suitcase.

By the time they reached the restaurant, it was almost 7:00p.m.

As they entered, they didn’t notice a camera hidden in the shadows capturing the scene.

The person taking the photos was a well–known paparazzo in the entertainment industry. Sky Iverson. He was notorious for exposing celebrities. Everyone in the Industry feared him because his reports were always accurate.

Originally, he was there to snap photos of a popular young star on a secret date with his non–celebrity girlfriend but unexpectedly caught Damon and Nyla instead.

However, seeing that the two looked normal, Sky didn’t pay them much attention and quickly returned to tracking the young star.

After dinner, Nyla prepared to pay, but Damon stopped her. “I don’t let women pay for things, and besides, you’re my girlfriend now.”

Nyla was taken aback, not quite used to the term. It had been a long time since she had heard that word.

After paying with a card, Damon noticed Nyla still seemed distracted and couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s

go.”

As they left the restaurant, just as they were descending the steps, a panicked voice called out from I hind, “Excuse me, make way!”

Before Nyla could react, she was pushed, causing her to slip and nearly fall.

At that moment, Damon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms.

Nyla instinctively clutched his shirt. They were pressed tightly against each other, almost without any gap. even feeling each other’s heartbeats.

“Are you okay?” Damon’s deep, gentle voice came from above.

Nyla nodded and stepped out of his embrace, her heart racing.

Seeing that she was only a little pale but otherwise fine, Damon turned his gaze to the figure running away toward the parking lot. The figure’s face was covered, and they did not look back.

Damon’s eyes narrowed dangerously.