Chapter 524

“Look into Nyla’s recent years and find out who she’s been in contact with!” Erin ordered.

She couldn’t act directly, but targeting the people around Nyla would work just as well.

“Yes, Ms. Hulle,” the other party replied.

After they left, Erin stared out the window, her gaze filled with hatred.

If Nyla had already died, why come back now? Wouldn’t it have been better to just stay dead?

No matter what, she wouldn’t let anyone ruin her relationship with Damon this time!

Because Oliver and Mason had spent extra time at the mall, they didn’t reach Nyla’s home until close to 5: 00 p.m.

Oliver took the opportunity to stay for dinner.

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While Nyla was cooking, he stayed by her side, helping when he could.

As Oliver watched her in an apron, her long hair casually tied back with a hair tie, his heart softened at how calm and serene she looked.

This was the life he wanted–quiet, peaceful days with the woman he loved.

Nyla finished chopping the potatoes and looked up to see Oliver staring at her, lost in thought. She waved her hand in front of his face. “What are you thi Oliver snapped back to reality, meeting Nyla’s smiling eyes. His cheeks flushed as he awkwardly handed her the garlic in his hands. “N–

Nothing. I just finished peeling the garlic…”

Nyla burst into laughter, and Oliver glanced down, realizing he had handed her an entire head of garlic- unpeeled. Embarrassment washed over him.

“Okay, why don’t you go play with Buddy? I can handle things here,” Nyla said, taking the garlic from his hand.

Her fingers brushed his palm, sending a shiver down his spine. His face reddened even more. “O–Okay… If you need anything, just call me,” he stammered.

He turned quickly and headed for the living room, nearly fleeing in his awkwardness.

Nyla couldn’t help but smile. She never expected Oliver, almost 30 years old, to be so shy.

After dinner, Nyla casually asked, “What did you and Buddy buy at the mall this afternoon?”

Oliver raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Are you that curious?”

“Not really, just a little,” she replied.

“Well then, I’ll keep it a secret.” He chuckled. “By the way, your stir–fried potatoes tonight were amazing. It’s a shame you’re not running a restaurant with skills like that.”

Seeing that Oliver was deliberately avoiding the question, Nyla playfully glared at him. “Fine. But if it’s so good, you better finish every bite.”

“Will do!” he chirped.

After dinner, Oliver helped with the dishes. As he was about to leave, he turned to Nyla. “Nyla, I’m heading out of town tomorrow for a business trip. I hop Nyla nodded. “Alright. Safe travels.”

Oliver said goodbye to Mason and took the trash out on his way.

After closing the door, Nyla walked back into the living room and saw Mason sitting on the carpet, staring at her.

“Buddy, what’s on your mind?” she asked with a smile, sitting beside him to help clean up the scattered toys.

Mason said softly, “Mom, will you marry Uncle Oliver? Will he become my dad?”

Nyla froze, not expecting such a question, and turned to look at him. “Buddy, why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

Mason lowered his head, looking a little sad. “My old deskmate’s mom got a new dad for her. He hit her all the time. She’d come to school with bruises, and then she transferred away… Mom, if you marry Uncle Oliver, will he hit me?”

Hearing this, Nyla frowned. She put the toy down, lifted Mason onto the couch, and knelt in front of him, looking directly into his eyes.