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

Chapter 110: "What do you want?" "How did everything go? I heard Mr. Flores and Mr. Lyons were beaten; what happened?" Vicki sounded anxious. Massaging her temples, Nyla responded tersely, "The contract is signed; that's all you need to know." She ended the call as the car pulled to a halt. Looking through the window, Nyla realized they had reached her destination. Her head throbbed mercilessly. "Thanks. I overdid it with the drinks. I owe you dinner." As she opened the door and attempted to step out, her balance failed her, prompting Murray to rush to her side. "You're hardly logical.

Do you need help getting in?" Nyla withdrew her hand, insisting weakly, "No, I've got this." But as she moved to walk, her legs betrayed her, and she stumbled. Murray was quick to catch her hand and pull her into his arms. In the midst of her confusion, a sudden pain shot through her other hand, and she found herself caught in another familiar hold. Looking up, she recognized Ethan's stern features. She touched his face tenderly. "Ethan." He responded firmly, "You're getting bold. We'll discuss this later." He pulled her closer, his eyes cold as they met Murray's.

"I appreciate it, but I've got her from here. She's with me now." Murray glanced at his empty hands and chuckled. "She's with you? Last I checked, weren't you involved with Miss Callie Higgins? How does Nyla fit into your life?" Fresh updates available at galnoνeℓs․cøm Ethan cradled Nyla in his arms, and she responded by curling her arms around his neck, nestling her head tenderly against his shoulder. Tension filled the air, Ethan's expression unreadable but laden with an intense aura.

"You needn't worry about that." As he moved toward the villa, carrying Nyla, Murray's voice followed, relaxed yet laced with a subtle threat. "Sooner or later, she'll choose me." Bathed in the soft light of the bedroom lamp, Ethan gently placed Nyla onto the bed. The mattress yielded under her weight before springing back into place. Realizing she was on the bed, Nyla curled to her side, snuggling her face into the pillow and quickly drifting off.

Ethan observed Nyla's peaceful face, yet his thoughts were clouded by Murray's bold declaration, "Sooner or later, she'll choose me," sparking a surge of frustration within him. He left Nyla sleeping and moved to the study, where he lit a cigarette, seeking solace in its smoke. Shadows enveloped the room, save for the faint glow at the cigarette's end. The phone's ring cut through the silence, and he picked up without thinking. . . .