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

Chapter 137: "Don't sidestep the issue. You know exactly what I'm getting at," Nyla responded, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of jest. Bonnie hung her head, her voice a mere whisper. "Fine. I was jealous, alright? Just forget all that rubbish I spouted earlier." Nyla's laughter broke the tension as she teased Bonnie about her agitated admission. "I doubt Stella just snapped out of nowhere. There's definitely more going on here." Bonnie's face grew even more crimson. She paused, then blurted out, "I kissed Austen." "I knew it," Nyla declared, a knowing look in her eyes.

She leaned closer, inspecting Bonnie's injury, which was minor. "Since you both obviously have feelings for each other, why not be together? Your families have been nudging you toward each other for years." "Who said anything about being together with him?" Bonnie muttered, her voice laced with quiet disbelief. Just then, Austen entered the room, catching the tail end of the conversation. Panic flashed across Bonnie's face. "Actually, I just remembered-I have some paperwork to go over. I'll leave you two to talk.

I'll be back soon." Noticing the tension hanging thick in the air, Nyla stood up with a courteous smile and exited past Austen, leaving the room quietly. "Wait-" The soft sound of the door closing cut Bonnie off mid-sentence, leaving her words hanging. She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering anxiously toward Austen. He stood there, clutching a prescription bag and a form. "Give it here," Bonnie managed to say, her voice trembling as she reached for the bag.

Your imagination thrives at galnovels puntocom However, before she could grasp it, Austen enveloped her in his arms and gently guided her back onto the hospital bed. Bonnie's pulse raced. She cast a worried glance at the door, fearful of being discovered. "It's locked," Austen assured her in a soothing tone, as though he could sense her thoughts. Bonnie's shoulders stiffened, her hands fidgeting nervously. "Oh. Well, uh... I should... probably stand up." But Austen maintained his hold. He tenderly combed his fingers through her hair, his voice softening to a playful whisper.

"Bonnie, didn't you claim to be my fiancée? Or are you having second thoughts?" Bonnie parted her lips to reply, but Austen beat her to it. "Too late," he murmured, his voice low as he leaned in. "You're mine now." Then, his lips claimed hers in a fervent kiss. The intensity of the kiss was a stark contrast to his typically subdued demeanor-it was fiery, desperate, and dominating. Bonnie was caught completely unprepared, and instinctively, her arms encircled his neck, drawing him in tighter. She angled her head to grant him fuller access, and Austen seized the moment. . . .