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

Chapter 118: Johnny's gaze lifted, momentarily captivated by Nyla's subtle smile. Her natural aloofness usually kept others at a distance. Yet, her smile carried a hint of charm that unexpectedly stirred his emotions. After a long pause, Johnny finally voiced his suspicion, saying, "That visit to the flower shop wasn't just coincidental, was it? You had done your homework. Did you approach me just to use me?" Johnny's voice, gentle and soothing, was reminiscent of a soft spring breeze, enveloping the surroundings in tranquility.

Yet, his words carried a hint of melancholy, enough to unsettle even the most composed listener. Torn between speaking honestly or telling a lie, Nyla crafted a response that was both impeccably sincere and strategic. "It wasn't by chance that I visited the flower shop, and yes, I had an ulterior motive in meeting you," she said. "I'm sorry, I was seeking the truth. Had circumstances been different, I think we might have become good friends. Actually, I consider us friends even now." This confession was heartfelt.

She did see Johnny as a friend, though she felt a pang of remorse for approaching him with a purpose. She had felt she had no alternative. Johnny relaxed, a burden seeming to lift. "Friends, then? That sounds nice." They resumed their meal, the subject closed for now. Neither pursued it further. As they prepared to depart, Johnny impulsively caught Nyla's hand, seeking clarity. "Are you involved with Ethan?" he asked, his voice laced with tension. Nyla glanced at her hand in his and gently pulled away. "No." Lᴀtеst chαptєrs in glnovels.çøm "And your feelings for Ethan?

What about your ties with Murray?" Johnny persisted, not ready to drop his line of inquiry. Anticipating her response, he interjected, "Please, just let me find closure." Nyla had always been discreet about her feelings for Ethan, desiring him as a life partner yet never wishing to broadcast her affections. Their eyes met in a silent exchange before Nyla turned away, her words measured. "I've harbored feelings for Ethan for three years. But I know it's not meant to be, so there's no need for you to worry on your sister's behalf.

Murray and I are just friends." Acknowledging her unfulfilled dreams was excruciating. Voicing her faint hopes shattered them further. She had clung to the belief that as long as her feelings remained unspoken, there was still a possibility for her and Ethan. Yet, having admitted the truth, she realized the futility of her dreams. "I have feelings only for him. I'm not capable of feeling this way about anyone else, so please, don't waste time on me." With those final words, she departed. . . .