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

Chapter 217: Nyla's morning sickness had been relentless lately. She often felt nauseous, her discomfort written all over her face. Ethan watched her closely, his brow furrowed in worry. He had taken to calling Leonard so frequently for advice that it had become a running joke-ten calls a week, minimum. By now, just the sight of his ringing phone made Leonard anxious. That evening, Nyla barely managed to sip a little soup before retreating to the bathroom. Ethan followed, finding her hunched over the toilet, unable to stop vomiting.

He knelt beside her, gently patting her back as Leonard had taught him, hoping to ease her discomfort. But even after a long while, Nyla showed no sign of relief. If anything, she seemed worse. Ethan's worry deepened. He pulled out his phone and called Leonard again. "Isn't there anything else I can do to help her?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with desperation. Leonard sighed audibly on the other end. "Try finding something she actually wants to eat. Maybe something sour, spicy, or a particular snack she likes. There's no magic cure for this, Ethan.

Pregnancy is just rough." Ethan glanced at Nyla, who looked utterly drained. "She can't keep anything down," he said quietly. "Then buy a little of everything and see what works," Leonard suggested, clearly exasperated. When the call ended, Ethan wasted no time. He instructed the housekeeper to buy a variety of snacks-candied fruits, spicy treats, and anything else they could think of. By the time Nyla emerged from the bathroom, pale and exhausted, the living room table was covered in an assortment of carefully arranged snacks.

Ltєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn glovєls.oм Ethan approached her calmly and guided her to the sofa. She still seemed hesitant, but her gaze landed on the candied fruits. She picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth. The tangy sweetness caught her attention, and she reached for another. Noticing this, the housekeeper eagerly moved the candied fruits closer to Nyla. Slowly, Nyla began to eat, feeling a slight reprieve from the constant nausea. The sweet-and-sour flavor seemed to help, and for the first time in days, she didn't feel overwhelmed by food. "Buy more of these tomorrow," Ethan said.

The housekeeper nodded, jotting it down. Ethan silently thanked Leonard's advice and made a mental note to give the man a raise. Meanwhile, at home, Leonard sneezed unexpectedly. He glanced at his silent phone, sighed in relief, and returned to his work. Feeling a bit better, Nyla decided to head to her studio, much to Ethan's dismay. Their relationship had grown closer lately, with Nyla often teasing him, and Ethan indulging her every whim. Still, he insisted on keeping a close watch over her. . . .