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

Chapter 195: Her words carried the warmth of a familial scolding, and Nyla couldn't help but feel a swell of affection. Reaching over, she patted Bonnie's hand with a smile. Ethan, too, raised his glass again. "Of course." The meal was lively yet relaxed, the conversation flowing easily. After dinner, Bonnie and Nyla settled on the sofa, diving into plans for the baby. Meanwhile, Austen and Ethan stood by the window, watching them with quiet amusement. Breaking the silence, Austen spoke, his tone thoughtful.

"Once the Higgins family gets wind of your marriage to Nyla, they're bound to stir up trouble. I trust you'll handle it without a hitch." The genuine care Austen showed for Nyla sent a flicker of annoyance through Ethan, but he quickly reminded himself that Austen was like a brother to her. "Of course," Ethan replied, his tone even. Austen turned to him, his expression sharpening. "There's one thing I want you to promise me, Mr.

Brooks." After Bonnie and Austen's departure, exhaustion crept over Nyla, prompting her to retire upstairs for the night, while Ethan retreated to his study to tackle the day's postponed meetings. In the car, Bonnie sat wringing her hands, her thoughts churning with uncertainty. "Could Ethan be genuine this time?" she whispered, her voice heavy with doubt. It wasn't pure mistrust that plagued her mind-rather, the weight of past experiences had taught her vigilance. Despite Nyla's unwavering devotion over the years, Ethan had remained emotionally distant.

Now, with a child entering the equation, his transformation seemed almost too profound, too abrupt. Yet there was an unmistakable authenticity in Ethan's behavior, a depth of feeling that seemed to transcend mere pretense. Running frustrated fingers through her hair, Bonnie sighed deeply. "Perhaps I should whisk her away-I couldn't bear watching her heart shatter again." As the car glided into the parking lot, Austen killed the engine and turned to Bonnie, affectionately pinching her cheek. "This time might be different," he murmured.

g Ɐ ln σ ν s․com, your fiction escape His mind drifted to his earlier conversation with Ethan. "Should your feelings for Nyla prove hollow, Bonnie and I will spirit her away. We'll convince her to leave the child in your care-she'd likely lose a custody battle anyway. But if love truly dwells in your heart, spare her any further tears." "When I discovered her, she was battered yet resilient, clinging to life with remarkable determination. I refuse to let her go. Though love might elude my complete understanding, I vow to shield her from sorrow," Ethan had said.

A knowing light danced in Austen's dark eyes. Perhaps the seemingly impenetrable fortress of Ethan's heart had finally crumbled. Bonnie found herself mesmerized by Austen's sophisticated charm, his gold-rimmed glasses framing an allure that quickened her pulse. Realization suddenly dawned on her. "This isn't my residence." . . .