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

Chapter 130: Looking down from the balcony, she quickly realized that the car parked below was not Ethan's, which heightened her alertness. The villa had been staffed with a housekeeper and butler, both of whom had been transferred from the Brooks Mansion some time earlier. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. As the butler went to answer it, Nyla cautiously opened her bedroom door to eavesdrop on the exchange below. "I wasn't aware we had a butler. Is this a new arrangement by Ethan?" Callie's voice rose from the foyer, quiet yet distinct. Nyla was surprised to hear Callie's voice.

Why was she here? Respectfully, Lyman Aguilar, the butler, replied, "Mr. Ethan Brooks placed me here not long ago. Do you require something at this late hour?" Suspicion in her eyes, Callie looked toward the stairs. Knowing Ethan was abroad, she had specifically come to check if Nyla was at the villa. In Callie's eyes, Nyla posed a significant threat. Curiosity about the status of their relationship consumed Callie. She still had a chance if Nyla was absent from the house. Should Nyla have established residence there, however, Callie was prepared to ensure her departure from Ulares.

With composed assurance, Callie explained, "According to Ethan, there's a document I need for a meeting tomorrow. I've come to collect it." "Could you point me to its location? I'll go get it for you," said Lyman. Nyla, scanning the room, saw no sign of the document Callie claimed to need. It seemed likely that Callie's real intent was to check on her presence. "Actually, I'll retrieve it myself," Callie replied firmly. More content now at gⱯlησvℯs․com Nyla thought about slipping into another room to avoid confrontation but questioned the necessity.

After all, Ethan had requested that she move back here. "Allow me to assist," Lyman urged. "Mr. Ethan Brooks has forbidden anyone from entering without his explicit permission." A shadow fell across Callie's face as she replied, "I'm just here to pick up a document, nothing else." With a respectful inclination of his head, Lyman continued, "These are the directives from Mr. Brooks. Would you like me to verify them with him right now?" Frustration marked Callie's features as she realized the extent of Ethan's protective measures, even in his absence. "Fine, go ahead and retrieve it.

It's probably on the table in the guest room," she said grudgingly. As Lyman climbed the stairs to look for the document, Callie's gaze followed him. Nyla, meanwhile, quietly closed her door. Resting on her bed, a laugh escaped her. Her situation was akin to being an unseen mistress-yet even more hidden. Later, a knock at the door roused her. Weary, Nyla rose and opened the door to see Lyman standing there with solemn respect. . . .