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

Chapter 11: He took his time, drawing out her vulnerability, retreating just when she was about to break, like a predator toying with its prey. By the time he let her go, her phone had vibrated nine times with missed calls from Vicki. Nyla steadied herself, her legs trembling as she straightened her clothes. Ethan stood beside her, looking as polished as ever. She let out a mocking laugh. His future fiancée was inside, yet here he was, making sure she knew no one could satisfy her like he could. Was this supposed to humiliate her?

"Stop sulking," Ethan said nonchalantly, adjusting his cufflinks. "That necklace you wanted will be delivered by the end of the month." "There's no need. I don't like it anymore." She turned away before he could see the turmoil in her eyes. Every step she took toward the main house felt heavier than the last. She knew her words would irritate him, but what did it matter? Her demand was simple. She had to push Ethan to marry her. He didn't follow her. The realization stung, spreading a bitter ache through her chest like wildfire.

When she reentered the house, Vicki was waiting for her, her face flushed with frustration. She grabbed Nyla by the arm, dragging her into a secluded corner. "Why didn't you come in earlier? Roger's already gone upstairs. You've completely ruined your chance!" Nyla pulled her arm free with a weary sigh. Ethan's timing was impeccable as ever. The dinner was already over. "What were you doing? I called you a dozen times!" Vicki hissed. "Do you think it matters? The Brooks family barely tolerates us. Do you like sitting there and getting called a homewrecker in front of everyone?" Nyla retorted.

gαℓησvℓs․com hosts exclusive updates Vicki's face fell, her lips trembling with words she couldn't form. Nyla's patience wore thin. "Didn't you arrange a meeting with the second son of the Fowler family? Let him know I'll be there on time tomorrow." That seemed to placate Vicki, though her tone remained curt. "Fine. But make sure you dress appropriately. Don't embarrass me." Nyla barely managed a nod, her temples throbbing. She wanted nothing more than to leave this suffocating house. Her gaze drifted toward Ethan and Callie, standing not far away.

They looked perfect together, walking side by side, their smiles effortless. "I heard Ethan's engagement to Callie is set for after the New Year," Vicki muttered, her tone laced with calculation. "You should consider building a better relationship with him. It could benefit us in the long run." "Is the date... already set?" Nyla's voice faltered as her eyes followed Ethan and Callie until they disappeared into the crowd. She lowered her gaze, the sorrow she'd fought so hard to hide. "Ethan, I didn't know about your family dinner. My parents didn't mention it either.

Maybe they thought our families were close enough that it wouldn't matter. I hope I wasn't intruding," Callie said apologetically as she fastened her seatbelt in the passenger seat. . . .