Chasing the Unexpected

Damon’s tone carried a hint of grievance.

Nyla looked up, startled. “I was planning to finish up the experiment and then come to you.”

“Since I’m already here, why don’t you do it now? I’ve got another meeting soon,” Damon said.

“Alright, take off your shirt,” Nyla instructed.

As she prepared the fresh bandages and medication, she glanced up to find Damon’s bare torso before her. Her grip on the bandages tightened involuntarily.

His upper body was defined with perfectly sculpted ab’s, and his muscular back appeared both raw and masculine.

Noticing Nyla’s gaze fixed on his abs, Damon cleared his throat. “If you want to look, I can take it all off for you tonight. You can admire it all you want.”

His teasing tone made Nyla’s face flush instantly.

How embarrassing! She had actually zoned out while looking at his abs!

There was no way she was going to admit to something so mortifying, so she denied, “I was just thinking about something. I’ve seen plenty of men with abs. I wouldn’t get distracted by a few muscles.”

Damon raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And whose abs have you seen?”

“Too many to count. I’ve forgotten,” Nyla lied.

“Have you really forgotten, or are you just pretending?” Damon asked.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. He had clearly seen through her lie but chose to play along, teasing her like a cat toying with a mouse.

Nyla glared at him. “Are you going to let me change the bandages, or should I get back to my experiment?”

“Of course, go ahead,” Damon replied.

As she carefully cut away the old bandages, the raw, bloody wounds on Damon’s back were exposed once more. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering with concern.

“This must hurt, doesn’t it?” she asked.

Richard hadn’t held back at all while beating Damon. The deep welts left by the cane would take at least two weeks to heal, assuming Damon took proper care of them.

Damon couldn’t see her expression, but he could hear the worry in her voice.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he told her.

Nyla took a deep breath, remaining silent as she began changing his bandages.

Halfway through, the office door suddenly swung open, and Melody’s voice came from the doorway. “Nyla, the experiment is….”

Upon seeing Damon shirtless with Nyla leaning over his back, Melody’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly covered her face with her hands.

“I didn’t see anything! You guys carry on!” she exclaimed.

“Melody, it’s not what you think… Nyla began to explain.

However, Melody cut her off, “It’s fine, it’s fine! I didn’t misunderstand. You two continue. I’ll just head home.”

She hurriedly closed the office door and left as quickly as she could.

Nyla was speechless.

She looked at Damon, gritting her teeth. “This is your fault! Now she definitely thinks we were doing something

inappropriate.”

“How was I supposed to know she’d suddenly burst in? Should I go explain things to her?” Damon offered.

Him explaining to Melody? That would only make Melody’s imagination run wild.

“Just turn around. I’m almost done with the bandages,” Nyla

said.

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of.”

“Okay. Just be safe and let me know when you’re home,”

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Damon replied.

After Damon left, Nyla tidied up the office, double–checked the experiment, and then locked up for the day.

Instead of heading back to the villa, she took a taxi to the bar to pick up her car and then drove straight to the hospital.

When Nyla walked into the hospital room, Wren was feeding Harrison dinner.

Wren’s smile immediately vanished upon seeing her, and she pretended not to notice.