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

Chapter 185: Soon after, Jackson learned about Nyla's pregnancy, and everything clicked into place. Though Ethan's face remained stoic, Jackson could sense the quiet happiness he carried within. Feeling slightly uneasy, Ethan made his way to Maple Villa to inspect the new safety measures. Foam now covered every sharp edge, ensuring the house was as secure as possible. Delighted by the news, Hana had spent the entire day preparing things. She greeted Ethan with a warm, sincere smile. "Mr. Brooks, everything is ready. We're just waiting for Miss Green to return.

You've seemed disinterested in romance for so long that I worried your mother's dreams for you might never come true. Thankfully, it's all coming together. With Miss Green expecting, I'm sure your mother would have been thrilled." As she spoke, Hana brushed away a tear. She had served Ethan's mother, Zaylee Brooks, who had been a kind and gentle woman. Many at the villa had whispered about Zaylee's supposed descent into madness, a claim Hana refused to believe-until the car crash. That tragedy marked a harsh turning point for Ethan.

His smile vanished, replaced by a colder, more ruthless demeanor. "Is that so?" Ethan replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. "I truly hope she's happy." After a brief pause, he added, "From now on, Hana, you're in charge of Nyla's meals. I don't want anyone else involved." "Understood," Hana said, collecting herself with a smile. "You should check out the nursery upstairs-it turned out beautifully." Ethan opened the door to the nursery. Step into a new journey on galnovels .con Pink and blue hues bathed the room in a soft glow.

The child's bed was small, almost delicate, and he reached out, brushing his fingers over its surface before lightly tapping the crib beside it. The room wasn't large, but it felt full-overflowing with toys that transformed the space into a child's wonderland. A thick carpet covered the floor, ensuring even a fall would be harmless. Ethan sat in the center of it all, silent, his thoughts swirling. Why had he prepared these things? His memory drifted back to Zaylee, holding his hand, her laughter spilling out like sunlight as she described something fantastical.

"When you have your own child, that child will be the most beautiful baby in the world," she had said with certainty. "You must prepare the best room, filled with toys. The child's clothes should be varied, so a big wardrobe is necessary." Ethan's gaze shifted to the wardrobe across the room. It was already stocked-tiny outfits for either a boy or a girl, carefully hung inside. His hand lingered on a small fairy-tale dress, Zaylee's words echoing in his mind. "If it's a little girl, she must be spoiled with beautiful dresses and accessories.

If it's a little boy, he should have lots of little suits. You have no idea how handsome you look in a suit, and your son will surely be a dapper boy!" . . .