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

Chapter 158: Nyla's scoff was sharp, her expression hardening. "Really? And you think I encouraged him?" "There's no smoke without fire," Vicki said. "Ryland wouldn't show such interest if you hadn't done something." That was the final straw. With no evidence to back her accusations, Vicki had made up her mind, assuming the worst about Nyla. Nyla's laugh was sharp and bitter, a blend of anger and exhaustion. The hollow sound of her laugh filled the space, cutting through the tension. "Why are you even bringing this up?

What's the point of this conversation?" Her voice was steady, but the weariness and disgust were unmistakable. "Take advantage of the situation while Ryland's attention is on you," Vicki suggested. "I'm not getting any younger, Nyla. Ryland's had his distractions over the years, but you're a step up from the others. So..." "Mom!" Shock and hurt filled Nyla's voice, her expression a mix of disbelief and betrayal. Was this really the woman who had claimed to be her mother? The person standing before her felt like a stranger. Trembling against the wall, Nyla struggled to steady her breath.

"You always find a way to blame me, don't you? You've manipulated me time and again to secure your place in this house. And now, you want me to involve myself with your husband? It's disgusting." Vicki's eyes widened in shock. "How dare you speak to your mother like that!" "You stopped being my mother the moment you tried to push me toward Zack Flores!" Nyla retorted, her voice quivering with fury. Her hand trembled as she pointed at Vicki, her tone sharp with accusation.

"And don't you dare try to guilt-trip me with the 'I raised you' excuse after you were the first to abandon me!" Without another word, Nyla turned away. Perhaps it was the countless wounds Vicki had inflicted over the years, but her heart felt numb now, devoid of any further pain. Exclusive updates: galnoνes.co Dragging her feet, Nyla moved onward, barely lifting her eyes but enough to see Ethan, who leaned effortlessly against the wall. At that moment, the strength to justify her actions or engage in a dispute escaped her. Maybe Ethan didn't require any explanations from her.

To him, she was merely a woman advancing her position through seductive means. As Nyla attempted to sidestep him, Ethan swiftly clasped her wrist, drawing her into a shadowy room of the house she hadn't known existed. Her resistance was faint. "Ethan, I'm too drained to spar with you now." He dismissed her feeble protests, pulling her onto his lap and enfolding her in his arms. Surrounded by his familiar scent and the comforting beat of his heart, she inadvertently found comfort in his embrace. "Want some intimacy?" Ethan murmured, his tone enigmatic. . . .