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

Chapter 136: Austen's face fell with remorse. "I never encouraged her. I rejected her clearly. I didn't think she'd persist. This falls on me, and I'll resolve it." Nyla softened, remembering Stella's previous unreasonable behavior. "So, she came after you again? How did Bonnie end up in the crossfire?" "She... assumed Bonnie was my girlfriend. It started with insults, and then..." Austen's ears blazed red as words failed him. Bonnie cut through his hesitation. "I declared myself his fiancée and said we were planning our wedding.

Told her if she kept harassing Austen, I'd plaster her home-wrecker attempts across local headlines." A pregnant silence filled the room. Nyla glanced between them, understanding dawning as she noticed Austen's crimson ears. Well, well... perhaps something good had bloomed from this chaos after all. Austen gave a quiet cough, instinctively wrapping Bonnie in a secure hold, his voice low and filled with gentle reassurance. "Relax. Don't let this get to you. Trust me.

I'll take care of everything." From her perspective, Nyla observed their interaction with keen interest, noting the palpable shift in their dynamics. It was evident they had come to terms with their feelings for each other. Nyla's curiosity piqued, she inquired, "Where did Stella hit you? On your face? And where might she be now?" Bonnie exhaled sharply, her voice tinged with an odd mix of satisfaction and irritation despite her apparent discomfort. "Who can say? The Brooks family swooped in and took her away. It's merely a superficial mark from her absurdly sharp nails.

But believe me, if Austen hadn't gotten in the way, I would've landed a few solid hits and taken her down." Imagining the confrontation, Nyla surmised that Austen had likely stepped in front of Bonnie to protect her from further harm. Given Stella's volatile temperament, witnessing such protection probably infuriated her even more. Explore fantastic tales on gαℓησνs; çοm Bonnie was merely scratched, but Stella's condition was likely more dire. "Have you reviewed the security footage yet?" Nyla pressed. Austen nodded, his expression resolute. "Yes, I've looked over it.

It was self-defense-there's nothing to worry about. But rest assured, I'm on top of this. I won't allow such an incident to occur again." The sight of Bonnie, her face marred and bloodied, had sent a sharp pang through Austen's heart, as if a knife had twisted inside him. Even the slightest harm to her seemed intolerable. "Not bad-you're really stepping up," Nyla remarked, her tone reflecting a mixture of approval and amusement. After Austen excused himself to retrieve some ointment for Bonnie, Nyla turned to her friend, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "Really?

A little scratch, and he's got you in a private hospital room? Come on, if you're still claiming there's nothing between you two, I'm not falling for it." Bonnie's cheeks flamed a deep red as she averted her gaze. "It's... not what you think! I already told him this was ridiculous-it's not even a big deal. Stella caught two slaps and a kick from me. She's definitely in rougher shape than I am." . . .