Chasing the Unexpected

Nyla pressed her lips together before replying softly, “Mr. Sumner, please come in.”

Damon entered, holding Mason, and glanced at Oliver, who was standing in the middle of the living room.

“Mr. Raynor, I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said.

Oliver met his gaze without hesitation. “Not at all.”

Their eyes locked, and although both were smiling, the atmosphere felt tense, as if the air had thickened

around them.

Nyla placed the watermelon on the table and broke the silence. “Mr. Sumner, Oliver, have a seat.”

Oliver looked at her warmly. “Is it okay for me to be here while you and Mr. Sumner talk? If it’s not a good time, I can step out.”

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” she replied.

As Damon listened to their conversation, bitterness swelled in his heart, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Mason.

Mason exclaimed, “Daddy, you’re holding me too tight!”

Nyla and Oliver turned to Damon, who quickly loosened his grip on Mason and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Buddy. I got a little distracted.”

Mason shook his head. “It’s okay, Daddy. I’m not mad at you.”

“Mm. If anything ever feels uncomfortable, just let Daddy know,” Damon replied.

“Okay,” Mason chirped.

Damon lowered his gaze, suppressing his surging emotions, and walked over to sit across from Nyla and Oliver, still holding Mason.

“Ms. Kinsey, I came here today to discuss this morning’s incident. I sent you several messages, but you didn’t reply, so I became a bit worried and decided to come by,” he explained.

When he looked at Nyla, he struggled to keep his feelings in check, trying to maintain an expression that revealed nothing of the man who had regained his memories.

Nyla picked up her phone and realized Damon had indeed sent her a few messages. However, she hadn’t checked it since Oliver’s arrival.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see them. I’ve thought it over, and I won’t be moving back. I plan to move in with Oliver. As for Buddy, if he wants to, he can go with you. Once everything settles down, he can decide whether to stay with you or me,” Nyla stated.

After the kidnapping incident, Nyla recognized that Damon loved Mason just as much as she did, so she wouldn’t force Mason to stay with her. She wanted him to make his own choice.

As soon as she uttered those words, the living room fell into silence.

Not only was Damon taken aback, but even Oliver looked astonished.

After several seconds, Damon frowned and said, “Buddy definitely wouldn’t want to be separated from you. If you don’t want to move back, I can send more people to protect you both.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Sumner, I can also protect Nyla and Buddy. If Buddy wants, he can move in with Nyla and me.”

Damon’s cold gaze felt heavy, pressing down on Oliver. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

For an ordinary person, this glare might have been enough to make them falter. Oliver held his ground, meeting the stare calmly.

Sensing the unusual tension between them, Nyla frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but Damon interjected, “Mr. Raynor, my child does not need someone else to protect him.”