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

Chapter 157: This was the first time Nyla had heard Ethan described this way, and it almost made her laugh. Awkward with words? Nyla could already picture Ethan's reaction to such a remark-he'd definitely scowl. "Hana, I understand," Nyla replied, acknowledging her insight. Hana hoped her advice would help bridge the gap between them, firmly believing that two people who cared for each other should resolve their doubts without delay. Previously, Nyla had sensed tenderness from Ethan, but Callie's recent presence had cast a shadow of uncertainty.

She wished Ethan would, just once, choose her decisively, giving her a reason to forgive the pain he had caused in the past. That evening, Nyla arrived twenty minutes early for dinner, as Vicki had requested her to come ahead of time. It wasn't something worth arguing over, anyway, so she complied. The city buzzed with holiday cheer, its street lamps adorned with festive decorations that created a lively backdrop. At the traffic lights, the sound of passersby wishing each other "Happy New Year" filled the air. Nyla couldn't help but hope the new year would bring positive changes.

Upon arriving at Brooks Mansion, her first task was to seek out Vicki. Ryland had grown to dislike her ever since she manipulated the contract to funnel dividends to herself and Vicki-a move that had enraged him but left him powerless to undo. When Nyla saw Vicki, she was shocked to find her noticeably thinner, which filled her with concern. "Has Ryland been harsh with you? Why have you lost so much weight?" It hadn't been that long since they last met, and Vicki's dramatic weight loss was alarming.

Every story starts at gαℓησνs․com With a conflicted expression, Vicki hesitated before pulling Nyla aside and whispering, "Are you... are you involved with Ryland?" Nyla's expression shifted from disbelief to a cold demeanor. "What are you talking about?" Oblivious to Nyla's growing irritation, Vicki grabbed her arm and pulled her to a more secluded corner, lowering her voice as if wary of anyone overhearing. "Why are you raising your voice? Do you want everyone to hear this? Do you realize how humiliating this is?" Nyla yanked her arm free. "Where did you even get that idea?

I've done nothing of the sort!" Suspicion flickered across Vicki's face. "Really? Then explain why Ryland seems so fixated on you. Did you know he insisted I invite you here after you handled that contract?" What Vicki said was only part of the truth. Ryland hadn't just asked her to invite Nyla-he had even suggested taking Nyla on a so-called "business trip," thinly veiled as an "educational excursion." But Vicki wasn't naive. She knew exactly what that meant. This wasn't about professional development; Ryland clearly had personal motives when it came to Nyla. . . .