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

Chapter 122: "No," Ethan's response was firm as he pulled his hand away, his impatience clear. Despite her disappointment, Callie had no choice but to accept his decision. She watched the brightly lit villa, sensing someone else was inside. Moments later, Ethan, sitting on the living room couch and casting a glance upstairs, removed his coat and ascended the stairs. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming need for Nyla. Upon entering the darkened room, he noticed the outline of someone on the bed. Reaching out in the darkness, he embraced Nyla from behind, startled to feel her shivering.

"What's wrong? Are you still upset?" His voice, rough from the alcohol, carried an unexpected softness. Nyla was seething inside. He had just tried to placate another woman, and now here he was, attempting to soothe her. What did he expect? "Talk to me, why are you crying?" Ethan asked, feeling the dampness of the pillow, his frustration growing as he turned her to face him. "Do you feel I've wronged you today? I promise to look into it. Please, stop crying." "Ethan," Nyla murmured, her voice carrying the slight nasal tone of a kitten vying for affection.

Under the influence of alcohol, Ethan's reactions were dulled. Her voice stirred an unusual feeling within him. Nyla typically exuded a cool, captivating charm, her allure undeniable even in the most intimate moments. Such tenderness from her was uncommon. He replied with uncharacteristic softness, "I'm listening." Tightening her hold on the blanket, Nyla seemed to gather her resolve. "Have you and Callie ever been intimate?" Her voice wavered with apprehension. From the shadows, Ethan reached to clasp her hand, their fingers intertwining firmly.

"No." gαℓησνs․com, where the best stories live "Liar!" she retorted sharply, her reaction immediate and painful, even though it was the answer she had hoped for. With a flick, the bedside lamp came on. Blinded momentarily by the glow, Nyla squinted. Once her eyes adjusted, Ethan's cold tone filled the room. "Nyla, don't push me. If you thought I was lying, why ask at all? You know why you're here. Without me, you'd be lost to countless others, never living the life you have now. Don't be so greedy, or I may withdraw my support." His words were a stark reminder of her precarious position.

Clinging to his hand, tears brimming in her eyes, Nyla said, "Why can't it be me? Is it because Callie once saved you? Do you owe her marriage?" At her words, Ethan's patience and desire thinned to nothing. He withdrew his hand swiftly, his eyes casting a threatening gleam. "The woman who will become my wife must command immense respect." Nyla's form went rigid on the bed. Ethan had never described her with degrading terms like a mistress's daughter. He had even stood up for her against such labels before. . . .