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

Chapter 140: SweetTooth replied, "I think so." BreezyDreams: "Wasn't Mr. Wheeler rumored to be pursuing someone? Could this be her?" SweetTooth: "Must be! She's stunning; I saw her come in-movie-star gorgeous!" ProudPeach: "Really? That beautiful?" SweetTooth: "I swear! Someone needs to investigate. Think we'll get a day off if we're getting a Mrs. Wheeler?" The chief secretary's stern message silenced the chat. "Focus on work!

No time off, and there'll be consequences for slacking." Though the chat fell quiet, secretaries found creative excuses to glimpse the mysterious woman who'd been escorted upstairs. Murray observed the parade of staff members entering his office with amusement. "Such motivation today," he remarked with a raised eyebrow. "Angling for a raise?" His approachable nature, particularly outside of work mode, encouraged one bold secretary to whisper, "Mr. Wheeler, are you seeing someone?" "Oh? Who suggested that?" Murray asked, surprised.

"Well, your assistant just escorted a beautiful woman upstairs. Everyone thinks she might be... the future Mrs. Wheeler?" Murray burst out laughing. "Perhaps you all missed your calling as gossip columnists. Should I transfer you to a tabloid?" The secretary waved her hands frantically. "No need for that! We'll get back to work, promise!" She retreated quickly, but not before her colleagues cornered her just outside his office. "What did he say?" Lаτєѕτ chɑρτєrѕ ιn glɳovєlѕ.ϲoм Her eyes sparkled with the thrill of half-truths.

"He didn't deny it!" While speculation simmered throughout the office, Nyla finally stepped into Murray's office, oblivious to the chaos she had unwittingly stirred. She noticed immediately that he seemed unusually pleased. His relaxed demeanor, coupled with the faintest smirk, only sharpened her focus. "Is he detained overseas?" she asked without preamble. "Can we bring him back?" Murray twirled the pen in his hand, his sharp gaze meeting hers with an amused glint. "We can. But what's in it for me?" Nyla paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered her options.

"I'll waive any fees on our company's contract with you. If there's something else you need, just name it." Murray leaned back, studying her. There was something magnetic about her-elegance that didn't soften her edge, confidence that didn't slip into arrogance. He found it... intriguing. "I want you," he began, his words trailing off deliberately, leaving just enough pause to gauge her reaction. Nyla's brows knitted together, her guard instantly rising. He laughed softly, clearly enjoying himself. "Relax. I'm not asking for your soul. Just a meal daily for a month-lunch or dinner, your pick.

Deal?" . . .