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

Chapter 202: "It's important for a pregnant woman to stay happy and stress-free," Ethan remarked as he started the car. Rather than feeling comforted, Nyla felt her heart sink. A devastating thought crept in-everything Ethan did was solely for their unborn child. Though she had known this from the beginning, the realization still stung. Her hand drifted to her belly as she wondered if, without this pregnancy, Ethan would have ever shown her such tenderness or given her flowers. Ethan sensed the shift in her mood but couldn't pinpoint its source.

She was quiet all the way home, and the unease lingered in the air between them. When they arrived home, Nyla settled on the sofa and pulled out her tablet. She browsed through the day's photos, selecting the best ones from the shoot to post on the studio's social media account. The studio's account was where they announced new collections and updates. Hana, bustling around the living room, noticed nothing unusual at first. Both Nyla and Ethan just seemed preoccupied. It wasn't until Nyla finally set the tablet down and glanced toward the dining table that Hana picked up on the tension.

Dinner was already prepared, but instead of calling for Ethan, Nyla hesitated. Something in her chest felt tight and uneasy, so she quietly sat down to eat alone. Hana, watching her, finally broke the silence with a careful question. "Is Mr. Brooks busy tonight?" Nyla barely glanced up, her voice flat as she picked at her vegetables. "I don't know." Hana quickly realized it was best not to press further. The subdued atmosphere all but confirmed her suspicion: the couple had quarreled, or at least something was amiss.

gαℓησνs․com has stories worth exploring Nyla ate sparingly, her appetite diminished, before heading upstairs without another word. When Ethan finally came down, he noticed the empty plate at Nyla's usual spot. She had already finished without him. Sitting at the table, he ate in thoughtful silence, his expression giving nothing away. Hana, standing nearby, fidgeted with nervous energy. They had left that morning in good spirits-so what had changed so drastically? After finishing his meal, Ethan put down his fork and stood. He was halfway to the stairs when he stopped and turned back.

"Hana," he asked, his voice low, "did she say anything?" Hana shook her head with a faint smile, caught between worry and resignation. "Did Mrs. Brooks say anything to you when you came home?" Ethan frowned slightly, replaying their brief conversation in his mind. She had only asked him one question-one simple question he thought he had answered straightforwardly. But could it be that his answer was the reason for her sudden shift in mood? . . .