Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 732

After Damon recovered his memories, he replayed everything about Nyla in his mind countless times, remembering it all clearly. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The two ate in silence, the only sound in the office being the clinking of cutlery and dishes.

While eating, Nyla stole glances at Damon.

His movements were graceful, and she found herself drawn to him without realizing it. He was also undeniably handsome, which explained why so many women chased after him.

Noticing Nyla’s gaze, Damon looked up at her..

Their eyes met, and Nyla felt a pang of embarrassment, like she’d been caught red–handed.

She quickly averted her gaze and said awkwardly, “Heh… these shrimp are pretty good…”

“If you like them, I’ll have Spencer order them again tomorrow. Is there anything else you’d like?” Damon asked.

Nyla glanced at him, but when she met his deep, dark eyes, she quickly looked away again.

“No, just the shrimp is fine. You don’t have to order only what I like. Get some things you like, too,” she replied.

Damon looked at her and nodded. “Okay.”

After that, Nyla avoided looking at Damon again, focusing on finishing her mea

Once they were done, Damon poured her a glass of warm water.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that. I can get it myself,” she said.

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Damon raised an eyebrow. “You’ve seemed uncomfortable since you came into my office. Are you sure you’d actually get up to get water if you were thirsty?”

Nyla stiffened, surprised he had noticed. “Sorry, I’m still adjusting.”

“No need to apologize. You have plenty of time to get used to it. By the way, you can take a nap in my lounge room during lunch. I still have some files to review. I’ll wake you up at 1:30 p.m.,” Damon offered.

Nyla instinctively refused. “No, it’s okay. I’ll go back to my own office.”

Seeing her resistance, Damon didn’t push her. He understood that they had been apart for five years and were only together now because of Mason.

It would take time to get used to each other’s presence again. However, he wasn’t satisfied with just pretending. He wanted to make it real.

“Alright,” he answered.

Nyla put down her glass. “You still have work to do, so ‘ll clean up the dishes and head out. I won’t disturb you.”

“No need. My assistant will take care of it later,” Damon stopped her.

“Oh… Okay… then… I’ll get going,” Nyla replied.

“Mm. Wait for me after work so we can go home together,” Damon said.

Nyla nodded and then practically fled the office.

Once she stepped out, she felt herself relax a little. She didn’t know why, but being around Damon always made her feel uneasy.

Not long after Nyla left, Spencer walked in with a file. “Mr. Sumner, it seems the person harassing Ms. Kinsey isn’t Mr. Hackett. He’s been abroad these past few days attending a completely closed business conference where electronic devices aren’t allowed.”

Damon’s gaze hardened. He put down his pen and said, “Keep investigating. Look into Nyla’s connections from five years ago. We need to find out who it is.”

“Understood!” Spencer answered.

Back downstairs, Nyla composed herself and walked into her office.

As soon as she did, Ruby handed her a file and informed her, “Nyla, Sullivan dropped this off at lunch and asked me to give it to you.”

Nyla took it. “Thanks.”

Returning to her desk, she opened the file.

Their recent experiment had hit a bottleneck, and one of the results wasn’t coming out right. Sullivan ‘mentioned he’d worked on something similar before and had gathered some of his previous reference materials for her.

After reading a few sections, Nyla felt inspired and decided to change the catalyst they were using. She put down the file and looked over at Ruby, planning to discuss the catalyst change with her. It was then she noticed Ruby’s eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying.

She asked, “Ruby, why are your eyes so red? Did something happen?”