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

Chapter 188: A thought crept into her mind: he might divorce her once the baby was born. Lowering her gaze to hide her turmoil, Nyla remained silent. Ethan, noticing her withdrawn demeanor, frowned. He could sense her reluctance. Gently taking the certificates from her hands, he responded in a measured tone, "I'll handle these. Remember, staying calm is essential for the baby's well-being." The baby. It was always about the baby. Leaning her head against the car window, Nyla muttered with irritation, "Understood.

You don't need to keep repeating it." When they arrived at Maple Villa, Nyla was stunned by the drastic changes. She turned to Ethan, her suspicion evident. "Was this your doing?" "Mrs. Brooks, you're back," Hana greeted Nyla with an irrepressible smile, quickly stepping forward to support her. Nyla allowed herself to be led to the sofa, her movements still slightly dazed. She watched as Hana busily brought her fruit and a glass of warm milk, the sight both amusing and endearing. She chuckled softly. "Hana, you don't have to fuss over me so much." Hana smiled but didn't pause in her efforts.

"The first three months are crucial for your pregnancy. Besides, you've been through so much. We have to pamper you, or Mr. Brooks will worry himself sick." She placed cushions carefully on either side of Nyla, adjusting them to ensure her comfort. "And Mr. Brooks has already arranged for a personalized meal plan," Hana added, smoothing the blanket over Nyla's lap. "All you have to do is rest and take care of yourself and the baby." As Hana spoke, Ethan was lost in thought. He had been considering asking Leonard to stay close by, just in case.

But before he could voice his thoughts, Nyla's puzzled tone interrupted. "Can't I go to work?" she asked, her brows furrowing. Fresh chapters live gⱯlnσνeℓs․cøm Ethan frowned slightly. "The doctor said your health isn't in the best condition. It's better for you to rest." Nyla's anxiety flared. "But my workload isn't heavy. We just started a new project, and I really can't take time off this month. I haven't been to the studio in a week. I should at least handle my responsibilities." She looked at her phone, a replacement Ethan had gotten her after the kidnappers had destroyed her old one.

It had taken her a few hours to recover her social media account, and when she finally did, there were hundreds of messages waiting. Bonnie alone had sent two hundred. Worried about her friend, Nyla had called Bonnie as soon as she was discharged. Despite managing work remotely during her hospital stay, Nyla felt the inefficiency keenly. She had planned to return to the studio the next day, but Ethan's insistence on her staying home caught her off guard. A tense silence hung between them. Hana glanced between the two, sighing softly. "Mrs. Brooks, Mr. Brooks is only concerned about you.

After all, you just had a serious incident. He's gone to great lengths to ensure your recovery." Nyla hesitated, the weight of Hana's words sinking in. She knew Ethan's concern was primarily for the baby, but Hana's words still made her waver. Ethan suddenly spoke, his voice firm yet calm. "If you must go, I'll take you there." . . .