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

Chapter 131: "Miss Green, it's not safe here anymore. Mr. Brooks has instructed me to escort you to a different villa," he said. "What if I refuse?" Nyla clenched her fists, her voice steady. "There's no option to refuse," Lyman replied calmly. Nyla sighed silently, accepting the reality. Ethan had known about Callie's visit and wanted her safely relocated. Even though it was problematic, Ethan refused to let her go. He offered her neither a formal status nor freedom. Indeed, Ethan was heartless. The following day, Nyla packed up her things and relocated to the secluded Maple Villa.

She was astonished to discover that this place employed more servants than Cloudscape Mansion had. Additionally, the expansive garden featured a swing set, which Nyla instantly fell in love with. Something about the villa gave her the distinct impression it had been tailored specifically for her. "Could Ethan have orchestrated all of this?" she mused aloud, a wave of unanticipated anxiety washing over her. Her heart thumped audibly, buoyed by a burgeoning sense of hope. The housekeeper, an elegant woman in her fifties who mastered her duties with grace, introduced herself.

"I'm Hana Davies," she announced, offering a comforting smile, ready to cater to any of Nyla's needs. "The designs were conceived by the architect." Nyla, trying to mask her disappointment with a strained smile, replied, "Is that so? Perhaps I read too much into it. Hana, thank you for taking care of everything." "It's no trouble at all, Miss Green. I'm simply performing my duties," Hana responded, orchestrating the placement of Nyla's luggage. gⱯlnσνs․оm hosts thrilling adventures Settling into a sofa, Nyla was enveloped by the homely, welcoming ambiance of the villa.

In contrast, Cloudscape Mansion felt chillingly sterile, more like a meticulously arranged showroom than a home. She clutched two decorative pillows at the sofa's edge, embracing them as she drifted into a tangled sea of thoughts. She had previously mentioned to Ethan that the minimalist sofas at Cloudscape Mansion were downright uncomfortable without the addition of cushions. If it had been up to her, she'd have chosen two cozy cushions-one to cuddle close and another to rest against. Was it merely a coincidence that she now found herself surrounded by such comforts?

Meanwhile, Ethan sat stiffly on a sofa abroad, enduring the sting of medical attention as a doctor swapped out the blood-soaked gauze from a wound on his waist. The fresh gauze quickly reddened, while Ethan remained stoic, barely reacting to the pain. Just off the phone, Jackson informed Ethan, "The housekeeper at Maple Villa confirmed Miss Green has settled in." "Good. Have someone keep a close watch on her," Ethan commanded, his focus unwavering. . . .