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

Chapter 167: "Ethan and Callie have known each other since childhood. It's destiny. Ethan, make sure you appreciate her." The Brooks family elders offered their endorsements one after another. Ethan responded with a nod, managing a strained smile as he took another sip of wine. Before he could finish his drink, Callie gently touched his hand. "Remember, you're driving later. Maybe slow down with the wine." One of the Brooks family members chuckled. "Look at her, already the caring wife." A hint of red colored Callie's cheeks as she averted her eyes.

"I'm just doing what's right." "Ethan, you're lucky to have someone like Callie," another relative added. Despite the cheerful comments, a wave of discomfort swept over Ethan. The atmosphere felt stiflingly close. "I need a moment," he said abruptly, rising and leaving the table without a backward glance. Callie's smile faltered, though the lively conversation around her continued uninterrupted. Stella leaned closer, her voice low. "Callie, is something bothering Ethan? Maybe you should check on him." After a brief hesitation, Callie nodded. "I'll see if he's alright," she replied quietly.

The corridor was deserted. The restaurant, owned by the Brooks family, had been closed off for their private use tonight. Near the restroom, Callie stopped short, overhearing Ethan's voice from just around the corner. "What's been happening with Nyla today?" Callie abruptly stopped, pressing her back against the wall, her features shadowed by a sudden seriousness as she clenched her fists.

Stay tuned at gαℓησνℓs․com Ethan paused, listening intently to the voice on the other end of the line before saying, "Alright, if you're free, please look after her first." What the other person had communicated remained unclear. Ethan then disconnected the call. Nearby, the sound of water flowing indicated that Ethan was washing his hands. Regaining her composure, Callie stepped away, checked the time, and moved toward him again. At that moment, Ethan emerged from the restroom. Their eyes met. "Do you need anything?

I saw you'd been away for some time, so I thought I'd come to find you," Callie said, her eyebrows lifted inquisitively, her lips curving into a tentative smile. Ethan considered her for a moment, then looked away down the corridor before meeting her eyes again. "It's company business." After a brief pause, during which a subtle change flickered across her expression, Callie responded with concern, "Oh? That sounds serious. Do you need to go sort it out?" . . .