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Damon looked at Nyla indulgently. "Okay, I'll cook for you every day."

"By the way, how's Buddy now?" Nyla asked.

She had been so focused on asking about Damon and Andre that she had forgotten to ask about Mason. The thought made her feel guilty.

"Buddy is doing well, but after you left, he stopped talking much. He stays in his room most of the time, only coming out for school or meals. I'm not sure what he's doing in there," Damon said.noveldrama

Nyla's heart clenched. "It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. There are plenty of people in the Nixons who are dissatisfied with Emerald. Plus, she tends to make decisions on her own.

"She won't stay in power for long. Soon, the three of us will be together again," Damon reassured her.

"Yeah," Nyla replied.

"Forget about these things for now. Let's just eat. We'll talk later," Damon encouraged.

Nyla didn't have much of an appetite, but thinking of how Damon had made all this food for her, she forced herself to eat more.

After finishing, their time together was running out.

"Damon, I have to go. Andre said we can only be together for an hour at most. If we take too long, it might expose everything," Nyla mentioned.

Damon nodded. "Alright. I'll stay in Meristate for now. I've placed someone at Emerald's estate. She'll keep you updated. If there's an emergency, you can contact her."

"Okay. I'll leave now," Nyla said.

"Mm," Damon hummed.

He walked her to the door. Just as she was about to open it, he embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Nyla, don't be afraid. I'll stay in Meristate with you until we can be together openly."

A wave of sadness surged in Nyla's heart. She held back her tears. "Okay."

She didn't dare to turn back. If she did, she knew she wouldn't want to leave.

Emerald's estate was large and cold, like a cage that trapped her. Now, she had to return to that cage.

With great restraint, Damon slowly let go of her.

Nyla opened the door and quickly stepped outside, heading for the car.

It wasn't until she was back in the restaurant's private room that her emotions began to calm.

Andre looked at her. "Ms. Kinsey, you'll have many opportunities to meet with Mr. Sumner, so don't be too sad."

"Yeah, thank you, Andre," Nyla replied.

"No need to thank me. I'm helping myself too," he said.

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to Meristate and that Andre had helped her meet with Damon?

Seeing her unease, Andre spoke softly. "Ms. Kinsey, don't worry. I think your

mother wants to speak with me about Ms. Nixon."