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

Chapter 109: "Come on, I've been waiting for you. You're just as eager, aren't you?" The voice sounded familiar. Nyla hesitated, turning to see if she was mistaken. Was that Callie's voice? "You're quite the temptress. Just a month and you're already out of control. You need to be disciplined," a man's breathy, strained voice responded, mingling with clear signs of a physical encounter. "Oh, darling, that's perfect, keep going." Now sure it was Callie, Nyla released the doorknob and crept closer to the source of the noise. The door was ajar, which made every sound distinctly audible.

Looking through the gap, she saw a couple on the sofa, deeply engrossed in a fervent embrace, their actions making the furniture groan. Callie, evidently wanting more, gestured toward a bag nearby. "I brought... something special. Quick, take it out. Oh, that's perfect." The man seemed to catch on at once. "Wow! You really are insatiable. Am I not enough? Want to up the excitement? Let's see how much you can take!" As he reached into the bag, Nyla remembered a kissing couple she had spotted in the mall the other day. The woman was definitely Callie.

Quietly, Nyla pulled out her phone and began to record. As Nyla stepped out of the restaurant, a cold breeze brushed against her cheeks while she watched a video on her phone. She soon closed the video. Just when she was about to call a ride, a Porsche halted right in front of her. The window rolled down gradually, unveiling Murray's calm expression. Caught off guard and slightly tipsy, Nyla squinted upward. "Murray?" "You've been drinking, haven't you?" Murray guessed, noting her woozy demeanor.

She was silent so long that Murray thought she might have dozed off, but then she murmured softly, "I wouldn't mind being your boss too." Murray was caught off guard. He burst out laughing, thoroughly entertained. It had been ages since someone had joked with him in such a manner. Had Nyla been sober, he might have debated the point, but her drunkenness made him hold back. As they drove on, the minutes passed slowly. Nyla's phone persisted with its ringing, each buzz intensifying her headache. Checking the caller ID, she saw Vicki's name and instinctively hit decline.

The calls didn't stop until, exasperated, Nyla answered it and spoke sharply. . . .