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

Chapter 102: "Didn't Ethan have you accompany Callie for wedding dress shopping? Isn't that asking too much of yourself? Nyla, don't wait for things to worsen before you regret it, okay?" Nyla inhaled deeply before responding, "Don't worry. We're merely using each other. My feelings for him aren't deep. I'm leveraging his influence to investigate matters." Bonnie paused, choosing not to expose her lie. She knew Nyla too well-once she made up her mind, she rarely backed down. Even when injured, she'd boast, saying, "Look, I can still handle it." That symbolized Nyla's spirit. "Is that so?

That's reassuring." Bonnie played along before asking, "He hasn't forced you into signing any unjust contracts, has he?" "No, my time at Crestwave Group is proving to be quite educational, and it's proceeding smoothly." "Make sure you let me know if Callie causes any issues." "Don't worry, I absolutely will." Their conversation continued for some time. Meanwhile, outside, a man clenching a lunchbox watched with cold eyes. The idea of them using each other, as Nyla had put it, haunted him.

This echoed Bonnie's assertion in the bridal shop that Nyla held no romantic interest in him, a notion seemingly confirmed by Nyla's own admissions. What, then, of Nyla's words could truly be believed? To him, love was the greatest deception; he had no use for it. With that thought, he discarded the lunchbox into a nearby bin. The absence of a lunch arrangement that day didn't bother Nyla; an oversight in such trivial matters was normal. She headed to the employee cafeteria and chose a window seat. Behind her, a group chatted about company gossip at a moderate volume.

"Hey, with the New Year holiday approaching, do you think our year-end bonus will be larger this year?" Your source of stories: gαlnσνєℓs.cm "I'm not sure about the bonus, but rumors suggest our CEO is on the verge of an engagement. Apparently, it's going to be official soon." "So, it's confirmed? Callie is set to be his wife?" "I've heard rumors of someone attempting to sabotage their relationship. Who would be bold enough to do that? They've been friends since childhood. Doesn't the instigator fear the repercussions?" As Nyla overheard this, her expression soured, her appetite vanishing.

She hastily gathered her things and left, nearly rushing out. Callie, observing from a distance, wore a disdainful smile as she departed, evidently pleased. As Nyla sipped her coffee, she gradually felt the warmth seeping back into her body. The day had felt off for her. After finishing her work, she headed to her studio to sort through the evidence she had accumulated. Right when she got to her studio, her phone began to ring. It was Johnny on the other end. . . .