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

Chapter 21: Florence's face tightened, her breath quickening as she managed to steady her voice. "What would it take for you to let this go legally? How much?" Nyla felt bewildered. Was Florence suggesting she drop charges that she hadn't even filed? She hadn't initiated any legal action against Trevor. She learned yesterday that his injuries weren't severe. After her police statement, she returned to Ethan's place without any further action. Memories began to cascade through her mind, particularly recalling Ethan's assurance from yesterday.

"I'll take care of everything." So, Ethan had intervened on her behalf? That explained why Florence was now pleading for Trevor's leniency. "Nyla, let's not blow this out of proportion. It was a simple altercation. Think about your and your mother's reputation in Ulares. You don't want your life here made more difficult, right?" Florence, mistaking Nyla's quiet for hesitation, clenched her jaw and added more to her offer. "I can bring you and your mother into our circles and provide a generous financial incentive. We can even dismiss the marriage arrangement if you're against it.

What do you say?" Nyla's lips curved into a subtle smile, her arms folded. "Do you really think I'm interested in joining your toxic social games?" Her disgust was evident. She was tired of Vicki's continuous people-pleasing behavior, always being exploited unwittingly. And Nyla cursed herself too. She knew her affair with Ethan was risky, yet she had hoped her charm might set her apart. "What do you truly need from me?" Florence's facade of calm crumbled under the strain. Rising gracefully, Nyla's gaze held a mysterious allure.

Even if I didn't pursue this, I don't think they would make my life any easier." Exiting the café, Nyla braced against the brisk wind that whipped across her face, making her shiver. She pulled her down jacket tighter, seeking warmth within its folds. She flagged down a taxi to head to her studio; her creative endeavors had been sidelined amid recent chaos. Today, however, felt different-like a spark of inspiration was rekindling. Stepping out at the studio entrance, Nyla's eyes were drawn to a figure in a stylish jacket and snug skirt, clutching a hefty suitcase.

Just as she was about to comment on the woman's daring choice for the chilly weather, recognition dawned on her. . . .