Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 723

Nyla walked out of the lab and asked Damon, “Why are you here?” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“You asked me why I did it. I came to give you an answer,” Damon replied.

Upon seeing the seriousness in his eyes, Nyla’s heart skipped a beat for some reason. She instinctively looked away.

“You could have just texted me back. You didn’t need to come all the way here,” she said.

“But I wanted to see you,” Damon said.

She frowned and replied, “Mr. Sumner, you’re-”

“Crossing a line” was what she wanted to say.

Before she could finish, Damon interrupted her, “If I told the truth, no one would believe it. By saying I’m pursuing you, the focus shifts to me, and people won’t gossip about you anymore. Besides, I do intend to pursue you again.”

Nyla’s mind replayed the things Damon had said to her that night while driving her and Mason home, and she couldn’t find the words to respond.

She had indeed been thinking about his words over the past few days but hadn’t made up her mind about what to do.

After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke. “Mr. Sumner, there’s no need for you to pursue me. We’re not in our 20s anymore. I’ve been thinking about what you said that night. Once I figure things out, I’ll let you know. Until then, let’s just stay as we are.”

Damon’s gaze deepened. “Alright, I understand. I won’t bother you again until you’ve made your decision

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to work,” Nyla answered.

Returning to the lab, she took the notebook from Ruby and told her, “Go ahead and have lunch. Come back and take over after you’re done.”

“Okay,” Ruby replied.

She was curious about what Damon had wanted to discuss with Nyla, but she didn’t ask since it was private.

After Ruby left, the lab was quiet again, with only the sounds of the instruments humming softly.

Nyla looked down, trying to steady her emotions.

When she had seen the statement Damon posted in the group chat earlier that morning, she felt a bit touched. However, her feelings were all over the place, and she wasn’t sure what to do.

She hesitated to give them another chance, afraid they would end up repeating the same mistakes.

Maybe staying as they were was best–things were calm, and she didn’t have any unrealistic hopes. It was better to take her time and think things through.

Regardless of her decision, she would speak to Damon directly.

When Nyla returned home that evening, she found Mason sitting on the carpet. He was staring at a half- built Lego set in his hands, looking lost in thought.

She set her bag down, changed her shoes, and sat beside him. “Buddy, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”

Mason snapped out of it and shook his head. “No, Mommy, I’m fine.”

It was obvious from his expression that he was feeling down, but he insisted he was okay.

Not wanting to push him, Nyla patted his head. “Alright. But if anything’s bothering you or if you want to talk, you know you can always tell me.”

“Okay,” Mason answered.

Nyla didn’t say anything more and got up to head into the kitchen, quietly asking the nanny if anything had happened at school that day.

While flipping the stir–fried potatoes in the pan, the nanny shook her head. “Nothing in particular… When I picked him up, though, he didn’t seem his usual self. He was quiet the whole way home. I asked, but he didn’t say anything.”

“I understand. Please keep an eye on him for me over the next few days. If anything seems off, let me know right away,” Nyla requested.

The nanny nodded. “Of course, Ms. Kinsey.”

At dinner, Nyla placed Mason’s favorite ribs in front of him, but he only ate one or two pieces before losing interest.