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

Chapter 143: "When... is Claudine coming back?" The question sliced through the fragile peace like a blade. Ethan's expression hardened instantly, the ease in his features vanishing. His grip on her waist tightened, and his voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Still thinking about leaving me?" His words were sharp, an unspoken warning. "Forget it, Nyla. That's never going to happen." Frustration flared in her chest. "What does that even mean, Ethan? Are you punishing me for saying no to you? Possessiveness isn't love! I just want your love." "Love?" he scoffed, his laugh bitter.

"Love is meaningless." "Then what IS this?" Her voice cracked, her frustration spilling over. "This house? Your control? Is it just compensation for something you can't give? Why not just hand me money? At least that would be honest. Or do you plan to keep me locked away forever, like some trophy you can't let go of?" Nyla was exhausted. They'd had this argument more than she cared to count, and it was wearing her down. If she didn't care about him, she wouldn't still be here. However, Ethan knew how to cut her deep. Ethan's gaze turned cold, his tone sharper than the edge of a blade.

"You really believe that?" "How else am I supposed to think?" she shot back, her laugh bitter and hollow. "You can't give me what I want, but someone else can." She hesitated, then delivered the blow. "Murray asked me to have meals with him for a month. I said yes." The room seemed to freeze. Ethan's hand shot out, gripping her jaw with just enough force to make her wince. "You think that'll make me jealous?" His voice dripped with venom. "You're going to be disappointed, Nyla. What we have is never anything more than physical. Don't degrade yourself.

It's pathetic." The words stung more than any slap. He released her, shoving her back into the chair. She sat there, pale and shaken, the weight of his words crushing her. Find more content at ɢσ.cоm And just like that, Nyla hit rock bottom-broken and left with nowhere to turn. "Who was it that got dismissed?" The inquiry echoed across the CEO's office at Crestwave Group, where the atmosphere was charged, on the brink of a tempest. The chill in the air caused Margaret, the secretary department head, to tremble.

"Answer me now!" commanded Ethan, his expression stormy, his tone cold and cutting. Margaret hesitated, her voice shaky. "It... it was Nyla. She'd been neglecting her responsibilities. Nothing she did was of any worth, and even her assigned tasks were poor. It's futile to retain her." Ethan's gaze sharpened. "And who authorized her dismissal?" "I thought..." Margaret had believed Ethan was indifferent to Nyla's situation, as he hadn't come to her defense previously. Caught off-guard by his intense anger, she found herself at a loss for words.

"Who permitted you to do this?" Ethan's voice grew even colder. His lingering anger from the previous day was now compounded by this unwelcome news. "Proceed to the finance department and collect your pay for the month," he said sternly. . . .