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

Chapter 166: Ethan gave a curt nod as he started the car. The silence that followed was awkward. Callie fidgeted slightly, then spoke up again, her tone light. "Ethan, did you see the invitations? I was thinking we could make a more refined version." Without taking his eyes off the road, Ethan replied, his voice even but distant, "Didn't you already discuss it with some of my family members? It's decided. No point in changing it now." Callie's face showed a hint of upset. "I didn't mean to exclude you," she said.

"You were always tied up with work whenever I brought it up, so I had to proceed without you." She glanced nervously at Ethan, seeking reassurance. "Does it bother you that I went ahead without consulting you first?" Ethan, focused on driving, replied indifferently, "Not at all. If you think changes are needed, feel free to make them." To him, the matter was trivial, merely a formality not worth stressing over. Brightening immediately, Callie's demeanor shifted to one of excitement. "Great! So, when do we take our pre-wedding photos?

I've found the perfect dress and think it would look amazing on the invitations." "Just pick a date, and I'll be there," Ethan responded evenly. This lifted Callie's spirits. She had worried Ethan might still have feelings for Nyla, but perhaps she had been overthinking it. Upon reaching the restaurant, Callie linked her arm through Ethan's. His expression showed a trace of unease. Despite this, he didn't push her away, knowing that Roger awaited their arrival inside. Their family gatherings were common, yet tonight's dinner was distinctly formal, almost ceremonial.

Mσгε υρďατεѕ ιη ɢαℓησνεℓѕ.¢σм Callie sat next to Ethan, while Roger and Brevard sat at the head of the table. Various family members from both families, young and old, filled the other seats. Stella couldn't contain her excitement. As soon as Callie sat down, Stella clutched her hand and exclaimed, "Congratulations, Callie! It looks like everything's falling into place for you." "Thank you," Callie responded gratefully, her tone reflecting both relief and joy. Meanwhile, Lukas and Nelson, seated slightly apart, displayed a cooler attitude, clearly less taken with Callie's presence.

Composed, Callie dismissed their aloofness. She anticipated minimal future interactions with them anyway. Raising a toast, Brevard addressed Roger, saying, "Who would have thought a mere suggestion would come to fruition like this? Roger, you've outdone yourself." It had been ages since the two had shared a drink, and with spirits high tonight, the wine flowed freely. Roger lifted his glass, his eyes twinkling with contentment. "Rest assured, Callie will be treated like family here." "Isn't it rare to find such a perfect match?" "Indeed! It's a true blessing to welcome her into our family." .

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