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

Chapter 194: Heat crept up Nyla's cheeks as she shook her head in silent disagreement, yet her feet carried her toward Ethan with the demure grace of a newlywed. Bonnie, standing nearby with her arms crossed, smirked as she sidled up to Austen. "You men really are something else with your territorial streaks," she mused with a teasing lilt. "I thought Ethan was the aloof type when it came to women, but it turns out he's got quite the... passionate side. Even more so than you, it seems." At her words, Austen adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

He turned to her, his expression shifting into something more predatory. "Bonnie," he said, his tone dangerously calm, "didn't you forget something?" "What?" Bonnie asked, oblivious to the storm brewing. In one fluid motion, Austen guided her onto the balcony, shutting the door behind them as the crisp air swirled around them. He enveloped her in his arms, dark eyes smoldering with desire as his lips ghosted over hers.

"And that," he murmured, his voice low and deliberate, "is that you can't lump men together like that." Before she could respond, Austen leaned in and nipped at her lower lip, his touch sending a jolt through her. Her lips reddened instantly, a color as tempting as ripe cherries, and he savored her taste, taking his time to claim her entirely. Bonnie, always quick with her wit, found herself utterly powerless against Austen's quiet intensity. Her hands clutched at his shirt, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

Even as his hand roamed over her waist, she could do little more than let out a series of breathy murmurs, unable-or perhaps unwilling-to resist. Sensing he was nearing the edge of his self-control, Austen pulled back slightly. A faint trail of saliva lingered between them, adding an intimate charge to the moment. gαℓησνs․com is where imagination thrives Bonnie, dazed and flushed, leaned heavily against him. "That's it? Already done?" she asked softly, her voice almost petulant.

"Later, at home," Austen managed, his voice husky with restraint as he reminded himself that they were guests in Ethan's home. That evening, Hana prepared a feast, including several of Bonnie's favorites at Nyla's request. Austen raised his glass of juice, mindful of his driving duties. "On a day like this, we should be celebrating properly, but since I have to drive later, I'll toast with this instead. Here's to your lasting happiness." Ethan reciprocated the gesture respectfully, a rare sight in Ulares, where few earned his regard.

Austen appreciated having a CEO like Ethan among his friends. Bonnie, never one to miss her chance, chimed in, "We didn't get the chance to prepare anything for the baby, but don't worry-we'll make up for it. And Ethan, you'd better treat Nyla well!" . . .