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

Chapter 218: To ease his concern, she called him from the studio. "Don't worry, Ethan. I'll be fine. But you must come to pick me up after work, okay?" Her reassurance seemed to calm him down. As soon as Nyla hung up, her office door swung open, and three faces appeared in unison. "Nyla, did you get married?" "When did you get married?" "The design draft is finalized." Marc and Alisha glared at Alex, who smacked his forehead dramatically. "Wait-Nyla, how could you get married without telling us?" Nyla sighed, offering them a wry smile.

"I haven't been married long, and I'm not planning to make it public just yet." Marc and Alisha immediately nodded in understanding. "Don't worry. We won't say a word," they assured her. Alex chimed in belatedly, "Yeah, I won't say anything either." Nyla shrugged, not overly concerned, though she did wonder how Ethan felt about keeping things private. Perhaps he didn't want their marriage publicized. Before the conversation could continue, Candy's voice rang out from behind them. "Why are you all gathered here? Is there some gossip?

Or did Nyla show up with her neck full of hickeys again today?" Nyla froze, completely unprepared for the comment. "Wow, Nyla, you're really something," Alisha teased, smirking. "Your husband must be quite... energetic." gαℓησνs․çom has it all Nyla flushed deeply, overwhelmed with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear on the spot. "Alright, back to work. Stop gossiping and get moving," Nyla said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The group chuckled softly and dispersed. Candy lingered, stepping into the office. She glanced at Nyla, searching for something on her neck.

Finding nothing, she sighed in mock disappointment and shook her head. Nyla crossed her arms. "Can you show me some respect? I'm still the boss here, you know." Candy grinned. "Sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyway, I handled something for you earlier," she said, her tone suddenly more serious. Nyla raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What did you handle?" Candy hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by concern. "Your mother came by the studio. She was furious. I told her you weren't here." Nyla's expression stiffened as she checked her phone. Of course, there were no missed calls.

She'd blocked Vicki ages ago, knowing her mother's tendency to stir up trouble. . . .