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

Chapter 141: Nyla was taken aback by the simplicity of the request, her expression betraying her surprise. Only a fool would pass up such an opportunity. "As long as you don't feel shortchanged," she responded without missing a beat. Murray's fingers danced with the pen as a deceptively gentle smile graced his features. To the uninitiated, his demeanor could be disarmingly innocent. But Nyla knew the cunning fox that lurked beneath the surface. "Each moment we share improves my chances.

Don't crush my hopes-my heart couldn't bear it," he pleaded, his voice carrying the plaintive notes of a forsaken puppy. A laugh bubbled up from Nyla's throat. "Murray, you're quite the silver-tongued devil." Inspiration suddenly struck her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, if you turned that charm on Ethan, you'd clinch first place for sure!" The transformation was instant. Murray slammed the pen down, his façade of gentleness shattering as his jaw clenched. "Me? Charm him? Please! I handed him that win-as if he could beat me otherwise.

What nonsense!" "Just one vote separated you," Nyla reminded him, fighting to contain her amusement. "Nyla!" Murray leaped to his feet, teetering on the edge of composure. "That vote was rigged-there's no way he beat me fairly!" "Well, that settles it then. I should get going." Nyla rose, barely suppressing her laughter. "Tell Ethan he won't get the better of me again-not even once!" he declared, brandishing his middle finger in an almost comical display of defiance. Nyla answered only with a knowing smile. Departing Skycloud Group, she headed homeward.

In the taxi, she caught herself before giving the wrong address, pausing briefly before directing, "Maple Villa." |@†e$t ¢н@₽†əя$ ¡η ğ∆łиøvεℓś.cøm She gazed through the window at the passing traffic, lost in thought. Perhaps Ethan had grown weary of her, and this house was meant as a parting gesture. A bitter thought crossed her mind. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. They weren't even in a relationship-how could there be compensation for ending one? The taxi drew to a halt at the entrance. Walking in distractedly with her bag, she found Hana opening the door. "Hana, what's for dinner?

I'm in the mood for fish. Do we have any?" "Yes, Mr. Ethan Brooks has returned," Hana replied with a warm smile. Nyla froze mid-shoe removal. Ethan was back? The realization hit her-three days had already passed. Her eyes swept the empty living room. Noting her questioning glance, Hana offered, "He's in the study." Nyla nodded, ascending the stairs while debating whether to mention Murray's request to preempt any misunderstandings. At the study door, she knocked before entering-a habit from her time in Cloudscape Mansion, though she sometimes skipped even that formality.

The sight before her stopped her cold. Ethan sat shirtless, fresh bandages encircling his torso, faint crimson stains seeping through. He looked up at her entrance, bandage in hand, surprise evident in his expression. . . .