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

Chapter 168: Unaware that anyone had been listening, Ethan believed Callie was unaware of the earlier conversation. "It's nothing too worrying. Let's head back for dinner," he suggested casually. With a reassuring smile, Callie linked her arm through his. Unseen by Ethan, her face shifted into a more scheming expression-a silent warning to stay clear. It seemed Nyla was still in the picture. Indeed, Nyla had certain talents. It was time for Callie to teach her a lesson. They wrapped up their dinner around eight.

Ethan escorted Callie home afterward, and this time, Roger's intentions were unmistakable-he wanted Ethan to bring her back to his villa. Ethan understood Roger's intentions clearly-the old man wanted Ethan and Callie's relationship to progress quickly. The scrutiny from those around them added an undercurrent of intrigue. During their drive, Callie seemed reserved, her demeanor tinged with anxiety. After all, this was her first time officially spending the night with Ethan, being openly brought home by him.

Before leaving, she had carefully packed a few items into her bag, hoping they would come in handy. At Cloudscape Mansion, the lights gleamed brightly, illuminating the grand entrance. After parking, Ethan escorted Callie inside, where the staff immediately attended to him, taking his coat with precision. Lyman greeted them with a respectful nod. "Mr. Brooks, everything has been arranged as per your instructions." "Excellent," Ethan replied with a curt nod. Curiosity sparked in Callie's mind. What exactly had been arranged? Her thoughts wandered, and warmth crept to her cheeks.

A shy smile played on her lips as vivid possibilities crossed her mind. Could Ethan have similar intentions? It wasn't unusual for men to harbor such desires. Even with a woman they cherished, the initial thrill often faded too soon. In the living room, Ethan poured himself a glass of water and took a measured sip. Before Callie could voice her thoughts, Lyman interrupted, saying, "Miss Higgins, your room has been prepared." Dive into the story world at gαℓησvℓs․cøm "My room?" Callie repeated, her confusion evident. Was she not expected to share a room with Ethan? Why a separate room?

"Yes, Miss Higgins," Lyman replied. "It's the second-to-last door down the hallway upstairs. Everything is in place. If you need anything, please let me know." Callie turned to Ethan, her emotions a swirl of confusion and disappointment. As he approached, his tone was calm. "If you're unhappy with the arrangement, we can make adjustments tomorrow." Callie suppressed her irritation, forcing a small laugh. "Understood." As they ascended the stairs, Ethan broke away toward his room. Without thinking, Callie reached out, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Her voice trembled with raw emotion as she pressed against his back. "Why? Why do you keep me at a distance? Aren't we supposed to be together?" Determined not to let the moment slip away, Callie resolved to act. With a steady breath, she began to remove her clothes. The house was quiet, the upper and lower floors secluded. No one would interrupt unless called. Her confidence grew as her garments slipped to the floor. Clad only in her undergarments, she stepped in front of Ethan, gently guiding his hand to her cheek. Her voice was soft yet pleading. "I'm ready. Please, don't push me away." .

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