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

Chapter 171: Then, an important call redirected her focus. It was from the hospital. "Nyla, you'll need to find another specialist. I'm being sent abroad on an exchange," the familiar voice of her doctor informed her apologetically. Nyla wasn't particularly upset. She had been feeling well recently. With a chuckle, she playfully teased, "No worries. Off for an exchange overseas? Seems like you're about to become the head of the department soon." On the other end of the line, the doctor chuckled in response. "You should give it a rest with the teasing.

I have secured a replacement for you and briefed him already. Feel free to set up an appointment." Expressing her gratitude, Nyla scrolled through her recent messages and spotted the contact details for her new doctor. She saved the new contact to her phone but had no intention of scheduling an appointment just yet. Later that evening, having completed her preparations for the upcoming presentations at work, Nyla relaxed. She opened the workplace chat and saw that some colleagues from the studio were vacationing, posting romantic videos of fireworks.

Memories of watching fireworks with Ethan resurfaced. It had been a spontaneous outing during a previous New Year holiday, born from a casual remark she made about wanting to see them while alone in the villa. Now, surrounded by the quiet of her elegantly styled room, she felt an unmistakable sense of solitude. This year, Ethan was absent. She silently made a note to remember this change. As darkness enveloped the city, the festive excitement was noticeable even from inside. In Ulares, fireworks were a celebrated part of any festivity, animating even the suburbs.

Descending the stairs, she found Hana busy in the kitchen. On impulse, she asked, "Hana, do we have any fireworks stashed away?" She doubted they would have any. After all, her tenure in the house was brief; fireworks seemed unlikely. Step into fiction with gαℓησνs․o "Actually, yes, they're in the storage room. I'll fetch them for you," Hana responded cheerfully, setting aside her cleaning. Nyla, taken aback by the revelation, muttered to herself, "Fireworks, really?

When did we even prepare these?" Her curiosity piqued, she followed Hana to the storage room where, indeed, an assortment of fireworks awaited, from grand rockets to simple sparklers. Picking up a sparkler, she exclaimed, "Hana, this is amazing! Did you organize all this? Thank you!" After a brief pause, Hana replied, "It's all part of the service, Miss. No thanks needed." Nyla bounced with childlike excitement as she picked up a few more sparklers. Her eyes sparkled when she spotted a large box of fireworks, though she quickly realized it was too heavy for her to carry alone.

"Hana, could you help me carry this outside? Let's light up the yard with some fireworks!" Hana's lips curved into a tender smile as she watched Nyla, silently wondering about Ethan's request to keep his involvement a secret. When would this web of misunderstanding finally unravel? . . .