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

Chapter 169: Under the dim lights, a soft blush tinted Callie's smooth skin, hinting at either shyness or perhaps eager anticipation. Confidence in her physique had always been Callie's hallmark. Her form was meticulously sculpted, each curve irresistible, compelling admiration from all who beheld her. Above all, Callie valued her understanding of a man's desires. She moved closer to Ethan, her body pressing against his. Her fingers guided his hand to her heart as she initiated a playful descent, hoping to provoke a reaction. Yet, Ethan remained unresponsive.

A moment's hesitation struck her before she reached for his zipper. Ethan's grip was swift, seizing her wrist to stop her actions. His expression was disturbingly serene, devoid of any passion. A wave of heat surged through Callie, frustration replacing anticipation as the need for release grew. She longed for Ethan to relieve the mounting pressure, but he stood motionless. Her eyes, moist with the threat of tears, met his as she lightly bit her lower lip, a silent plea for his warmth to melt his cold demeanor. "Ethan... your dad and my parents are expecting us to start a family soon.

Let's not disappoint them, okay?" His response was a gentle but firm distance, his tone steady. "I still have work to do." Disbelief clouded Callie's face as despair took hold. She had offered herself fully and used every charm, yet he remained unaffected. Confusion was evident. Did Ethan behave this way with Nyla too? What made her stand out? Why was Nyla so different? "Can't your work wait? Must it be now? What's lacking in me?" she murmured, barely stopping herself from voicing her deepest insecurity. What did Nyla possess that she did not?

Ethan, unsure himself, felt no attraction-only a slight revulsion. Nyla's charm was different; it was effortless-her allure not forced by makeup or scent but carried in her natural grace. ᗰ尺乇 ひ卩ᗪ卂ㄒ乇丂 丨几 galηveƖs. ¢σм "It's not you," Ethan assured her, his voice soft as he gathered her clothes and draped them over her. "I just need to finish some work. Rest now, and if you need anything, Lyman will assist you." After Ethan vanished into his study, Callie remained motionless in the hallway, engulfed by an unsettling silence.

Holding her clothes in her hands, she proceeded to the guest room arranged by Lyman, closing the door with a quiet click. Strands of her long hair veiled her face, concealing the tempest in her eyes. In a fit of rage, she tossed her clothes onto the floor and looked up, her eyes blazing with anger. Spotting a glass on the desk, she impulsively threw it to the floor. However, the plush carpet muted the impact, sparing the glass from shattering. As she breathed heavily, frustration tangled inside her. She was confused and furious. Despite baring all, Ethan had shown no reaction. . . .