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

Chapter 210: "How dare you!" Callie hissed, her eyes blazing with fury. But as she turned to curse Nyla, she caught sight of Ethan approaching. Her expression shifted instantly, tears welling up in her eyes as she cradled her face. "Why did you hit me? Just because Roger chose me?" she whimpered, her voice trembling, every inch the picture of a wounded innocent. But Nyla wasn't fooled. She leaned in close, her voice low and sharp, meant only for Callie's ears. "Remember the warning I gave you during the kidnapping? Don't worry-I'll settle the score with you. Slowly.

Bit by bit." Callie's mask of tears slipped for a moment, replaced by the flicker of genuine fear. Her hand trembled against her face. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." Nyla straightened, her gaze cold. "When I left earlier, I regretted not slapping you a few times. Consider this a start." Without waiting for a response, she turned and grabbed Ethan's hand, pulling him along with her. Her air of dominance was unmistakable, as if her every movement declared, "See?

I slapped you right in front of the man you're trying to take, and he didn't even flinch." It was the first time Nyla had done something like this, and the thrill of it buzzed through her. It was a new, heady feeling. She gradually released Ethan's hand as they walked, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled her into one of the many private rooms in the banquet hall. Nyla blinked in confusion, caught off guard. "Ethan, wait-" Before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers in a bruising kiss, silencing her protest.

The force of it pushed her back, her breath catching as she stumbled. She tried to resist, her hands pushing against his chest, but Ethan didn't relent. Latest updates at gαℓησνℓs․com The sharp taste of blood mingled between them as the kiss grew more desperate, more consuming. Nyla's struggles weakened, tears springing to her eyes. Finally, she stopped resisting, her quiet sobs breaking through the haze. Ethan froze as the wetness of her tears brushed against his cheek. He pulled back, his expression softening slightly.

But the moment his grip loosened, Nyla shoved him away, her voice trembling with anger and pain. "Don't touch me!" Ethan caught her hand again, pulling her back into his arms with a fierce determination. His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "If I hadn't taken you away, would you have agreed to Roger's offer?" His voice was low, raw with emotion. "Would three hundred million have been enough to make you leave me? Would six hundred million make you run away with the child?" Nyla leaned in, wrapping her arms around Ethan's neck, and kissed him softly.

Her lips lingered just enough to make him pause. "That's not what I meant," she murmured. "Then why did you say it?" Ethan's voice was clipped, his expression colder than the evening air. Before he could pull away entirely, Nyla interjected, her tone quick but steady. "I also said I wouldn't agree, but you were opening the door, so you probably didn't hear that part." . . .