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

Chapter 204: "Really?" Her voice quivered, tears gathering but refusing to fall. Her reaction caught Ethan off guard. His thumb brushed away the threatened tears before he lowered his head, bestowing a tender kiss-a rare departure from his usual passionate, possessive ones. "Don't cry." His lips found hers again, swallowing her soft whimper of emotion. She wound her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with newfound fervor. Their bodies melded together, conveying what words couldn't capture. At that moment, Nyla chose trust over doubt.

Yet the intimacy didn't proceed as smoothly as usual. Leonard had just settled into bed when Ethan's call disrupted his night. To his amusement, Ethan's question was direct: "Is her body okay for sex now?" Meanwhile, Nyla lay naked, flushed pink with embarrassment, face buried in her pillow while Ethan's appreciative touch traced her cheek. Leonard sighed resignedly at young love's eagerness. "Not really. Better hold off for now." The call ended abruptly. As Ethan moved toward the bathroom, Nyla's hand shot out to catch his.

"I'll help you with it," she murmured, her gaze lowered, her blush deepening alluringly. Noticing his evident arousal, she knelt on the bed, placing a tentative hand on his hip. Her ministrations drew a low hum from Ethan as he tilted his head back in pleasure. Later, Nyla realized just how cheeky Ethan could be, pushing boundaries to their limit while respecting the final line, knowing she wouldn't refuse. Lαtєѕt чhαptєrs in gɑlnovеѕ.o The following day at the studio, Nyla kept her head down, conscious of the telling marks adorning her neck.

"Wow, Nyla, it must be intense," Candy remarked before smoothly transitioning. "Crestwave Group has invited you to their company's annual gala. Should we decline?" Nyla marveled at Candy's effortless switch between gossip and business. "No need. Let Alisha come with me. It'll be a good experience for her." The gala had evolved into a coveted networking event, with people practically begging for invitations. Everyone yearned to connect with Crestwave Group, and even existing partners viewed it as an invaluable opportunity. Nyla saw it as a good chance to establish her studio's reputation.

The Crestwave Group's annual gala unfolded in an opulent banquet hall, a departure from its usual corporate venue. While company employees and business partners brought their families and mingled freely, other networkers maintained a discreet presence. . . .