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

Chapter 203: Determined to find out, Ethan climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door. Nyla emerged from the bathroom just as he entered, her skin glowing from the heat of her shower. She was wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her neck and shoulders, and the light caught on her smooth, radiant skin. Her face turned scarlet when she saw him. "Why didn't you knock before coming in?" she stammered, clutching the towel tighter. Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression unbothered as he stepped closer. "It's my room.

Why should I knock?" "Move aside," she protested, her voice flustered, her cheeks still burning. But Ethan didn't move. His gaze lingered on her, taking in her freshly showered appearance-her flushed face, the water droplets still glistening on her lips. Something primal stirred within him, and before he could think twice, his hand reached out, tilting her chin upward. "Why are you upset?" he asked, his voice low but direct. The unexpected question caught her off guard. She turned away, only to find herself pressed against his shoulder, feeling suddenly shy. Ethan didn't let her retreat.

Instead, he scooped her up effortlessly and sat down on the bed, settling her onto his lap. The towel she had wrapped so carefully loosened, and Nyla clung to his shoulders in panic, pressing herself against him to keep it from falling. "Nyla," Ethan murmured in a husky voice, "what are you doing?" Nyla froze for a moment, realizing how close she was to him. She wanted to let go, but the thought of the towel slipping made her hesitate. "Just... put me under the covers," she mumbled, her cheeks flaming. Ethan chuckled, a soft, warm sound. "I've seen every inch of you before.

So, why the shyness now?" More seriously, he added, "Why are you unhappy? You've been upset ever since we got home." Lᴀτєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn glovєl.oм Nyla nestled against his neck, her voice tinged with melancholy. "You like this child, right? It's only because of the baby that you're being so good to me." "So, is this what runs through your head every time I bring you flowers?" Ethan's fingers pressed into Nyla's waist, his dark eyes stormy with displeasure. Nyla winced, patting his shoulder in a silent plea. "Ouch, that hurts." "You deserve it. You think my kindness was just for the child?

You ungrateful brat." Ethan's words carried a touch of exasperation. Understanding dawned on Nyla's face. She had misread everything. "Isn't it for the sake of the child?" "The child might have sparked it, but marrying you, caring for you-that wasn't the reason." For the first time, such candid words fell from Ethan's lips, a fleeting vulnerability crossing his features before vanishing. Nyla's heart stuttered. Doubt clouded her mind as she searched his face, wondering if she'd heard correctly. . . .