Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 10: Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly-a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancée's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes-the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer.

"You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm just... insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her up from the swing, his grip firm. "Insignificant?" he repeated, his voice like a growl.

"Have you already forgotten who was in my bed yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, but Ethan didn't loosen his hold. He pulled her down onto his lap as he sat on the swing, its frame groaning under their combined weight. "Let go of me!" she hissed, twisting to free herself. "Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" Nyla couldn't understand Ethan anymore. He was about to get engaged, and she had already decided to walk away. Why was he acting like this? She wasn't even angry, so what was his problem? "Didn't you want everyone to know about us?

Why are you so scared now?" gⱯlnσνs․com is your escape to fiction Ethan's grip on her tightened as she struggled. The stoic composure he always maintained with others seemed to dissolve whenever he was around her. Ethan had to admit-Nyla had a hold on him that no one else did. At his words, Nyla stopped struggling. She lifted her gaze to meet his, her tone sharp and unwavering. "I told you-I'm done playing games. I'm tired of this, Ethan. I have one request. Either marry me, or we end this here and now. Forever." "End this? Forever?" Ethan's voice dropped, cold and unyielding.

"That's not your decision to make." Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his hands moving with a possessive certainty that left her powerless. His warm palm found her waist, his touch like a brand that sent a shiver through her. Nyla stammered, but Ethan silenced her, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Don't test my patience. Be good, alright?" He knew her too well. Two years together had made her an open book to him. He knew every sensitive spot in her body. With just two fingers, her cheeks turned crimson. "Slow down...

It's cold," she whispered, instinctively pressing herself closer to his warmth. Ethan smirked but obliged, wrapping his coat around her. It was a fleeting kindness, one that only emboldened him further. . . .