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

Chapter 149: Ethan had been kind to her yet didn't love her, and she found herself hopelessly entangled with him, irreplaceable. "Alright, no more pushing," Murray said, recognizing the resignation in her expression and acknowledging his own limited chances. "Jaxton is flying in tonight. I've arranged for him to be watched. Feel free to join once he arrives." Nyla's face brightened. "Really? Thanks a lot. I'll see you tonight then." Jaxton would be back in the country soon.

With the truth teetering on the edge of revelation, Nyla couldn't shake the surge of nervous energy bubbling within her. Bonnie called as soon as the news reached her. "Everything's going this smoothly? It just feels... too easy." Nyla shared the news. The entire operation-from tracking down Jaxton to bringing him back-had unfolded with surprising ease. Too much ease. Especially considering Johnny's earlier warnings about the obstacles they'd face. After a pause, she replied, "Let's not overthink it for now.

First, we need to see if we can get anything useful out of him." Bonnie sighed, then agreed. "Fair enough. Just keep your guard up. Oh, are you heading to Murray's tonight?" Nyla nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, I am." Bonnie's tone shifted, curious and probing. "Will Ethan even let you? And how are things with him, anyway? Are you two officially done? Claudine's due back soon, right? Then you'll finally be free." Free. The word lingered in Nyla's mind like a distant echo. Claudine's treatment was nearly complete.

Any day now, she'd return, and with her arrival, Nyla didn't need to stay by Ethan's side anymore. It should have felt like a victory. But no matter how hard she tried, the idea brought her no relief-no smile, no sense of liberation. |∆†€$† ¢₳þŧëяŞ ¡η gałnøνεlŞ.cø₥ "He's been busy," Nyla finally said, her voice quiet. "Probably not at home. It's fine." Bonnie didn't press further, and they ended the call. Afterward, Nyla prepared for the evening, double-checking her bag to ensure she packed a recording device. By the time she got home, Hana had already prepared dinner.

Once the meal was done, Nyla retreated to her room to organize the evidence she'd collected and wrap up some pending studio tasks. The hours slipped by, and when Murray finally texted her, it was already nine. She grabbed her down jacket and headed downstairs, but stopped abruptly when she noticed the living room lights were still on. Ethan was there. He sat on the couch, his eyes closed, exhaustion etched into his features. They hadn't spoken much in... Days had passed, though Nyla had seen photos of him online recently-at a gala, no less, with Callie on his arm.

She'd stumbled across the images while scrolling through Crestwave Group's official account. It stung. She had never been allowed to accompany him to such events. . . .