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

Chapter 13: "I haven't even brushed my teeth," Nyla muttered, flopping onto the couch in surrender. "Here's mouthwash." "I haven't washed my face." "Makeup will handle it." "I'm starving." "The restaurant's booked. You can eat as much as you want when you get there." Out of excuses, Nyla slumped further into the couch, utterly resigned. Vicki sat on the sofa, her eyes immediately drawn to two large suitcases sitting in the living room.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "If I hadn't come today, were you planning to run away with these suitcases?" Nyla, in the middle of applying her makeup, glanced over at them. She recalled how she had been too exhausted the night before to put them away, leaving them conspicuously out in the open and now fueling Vicki's suspicion. "These are for the studio staff," Nyla replied smoothly, her voice casual as she focused on the mirror. "Christmas is coming up, and I prepared gifts for the team.

They didn't fit in regular bags, so I used suitcases." Vicki eyed Nyla for a moment, then sighed, her expression softening. At least she wasn't planning to leave. About half an hour later, Nyla finally emerged from her room, fully ready. Vicki's eyes widened slightly as she took in her daughter's appearance. Nyla's face was cool and clear, exuding an almost ethereal beauty. Her eyes, however, carried a mesmerizing depth that drew people in. Her smooth skin was enhanced by bold red lips, and every movement she made held an effortless elegance.

She wore a strapless gown that radiated sophistication, paired with a tailored beige coat that hugged her figure perfectly. It left just enough to the imagination, a combination that could make anyone's heart race. Your story source galnovℯ․cøm Vicki's lips curved into a satisfied smile. This was exactly the effect she wanted. "The car's downstairs. Let's go," she said, standing. As they stepped outside, a sharp winter chill greeted them. Nyla shivered and instinctively turned to retreat, but one stern look from Vicki stopped her in her tracks.

Resigned, she touched her nose and slid into the back seat of the car. When she arrived at the restaurant, Nyla glanced up, her eyes narrowing slightly. The building looked familiar. Wasn't this Ethan's place? Her blind date sure had a knack for picking venues. Crossing her arms to shield herself from the cold, Nyla stepped inside. A waiter greeted her immediately, and she mentioned the private room Vicki had- "Here we are, Miss Green," the waiter said, pointing toward the door of a private dining room. "Thank you," Nyla replied. "You're welcome. If you need anything, please let me know." . .

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