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

Chapter 199: "I... Ethan, I apologize, I didn't mean..." Keith stumbled over his words. Ethan sat lost in thought, his face unreadable, heightening Keith's anxiety. "Perhaps I should seek help." "What?" Ethan's response was barely audible. Keith could hardly believe his ears. After more than a decade of resistance, Ethan was finally willing to change. Nyla's influence must have run deep. Keith couldn't contain his joy, clapping spontaneously. "I'm thrilled you're finally considering it!" "Mind your enthusiasm," Ethan warned, sipping his wine. Keith grinned.

"Of course, you're the best, Ethan." Later that night, as Ethan passed a flower shop on his way home, Zaylee's words echoed in his thoughts. If he was truly committed to change, perhaps starting with something as simple as flowers would be a good first step. Ethan strode through the doorway of the villa, clutching a bouquet of delicate blue roses wrapped in gossamer paper. His usual confident demeanor was replaced by an unfamiliar nervousness. In all his years, he had only presented flowers at funerals-never to someone who made his heart flutter like this.

As he crossed the threshold, his gaze locked with Nyla's. She stood frozen, a watering can suspended in mid-motion on her way to the garden. Her eyes darted between his face and the stunning bouquet, questions dancing in their depths. Was this a gift from one of his admirers? Why had he brought it home? Caught off-guard, Ethan's carefully rehearsed words evaporated. "For you," he managed, nearly thrusting the flowers into her arms before hastily retreating upstairs, his slippers barely on his feet.

Your new favorite is gαℓησνs․cօm "For me?" Nyla whispered, wonderment spreading across her features. By the time she turned, Ethan had already vanished up the stairs. She stood transfixed, studying the roses with the pure joy of a child discovering treasure. Had Ethan truly bought her flowers? The lingering blush she'd glimpsed on his cheeks suggested this might be his first time presenting flowers to a woman. "Mrs. Brooks, I don't recall seeing these in our garden. Did you order them yourself?" Hana emerged, pruning shears in hand, ready for her gardening duties.

Still dazed, Nyla murmured, "Ethan gave them to me." Hana's smile flickered momentarily before blooming wider, her heart warming at this sign of Ethan's emotional progress. "We must find the perfect vase! This is the first time Mr. Brooks has ever purchased flowers for anyone." Nyla's eyes sparkled at this confirmation. As she turned away from Hana, her lips curved into a smile as radiant as early spring sunshine. Meanwhile, Ethan sat in his study, ostensibly focused on his computer screen. . . .