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

Chapter 225: What had possessed her to say such a thing? The embarrassment threatened to swallow her whole. "Oh... send me your flight number, and I'll be there," she managed to whisper. At her soft response, Ethan's frown melted away, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. The weight of his exhausting week lifted, making even his most daunting tasks seem manageable. "Good. I already knew you were missing me," he said, his tone laced with quiet amusement. Nyla groaned. "I was not!" "You said it yourself," Ethan replied smoothly, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.

He even regretted not recording her words earlier. "It's just song lyrics! Fine, I'll pick you up tomorrow, that's it!" Nyla's voice rose with her embarrassment, her cheeks blazing crimson-that endearing expression she reserved only for him. "I've been missing you too," he murmured softly. Nyla froze. His words hit her like a lightning bolt, sending her heart racing. In her panic, she hung up the call without another word. For a long moment, she sat there, staring blankly at the phone in her hand, her mind replaying his unexpected confession. When did Ethan become so good at this?

His sudden knack for sweet-talking was far too much for her to handle. Burying her face in the blanket, she let out a muffled groan, though a smile tugged at her lips. Somehow, everything seemed brighter now. gⱯlnσνℓs．c, a world of tales The next day, Nyla wrapped up her work early to meet Ethan. Candy couldn't resist teasing her before she left, displaying a wit so sharp it deserved a spot in debate competitions. Perhaps, Nyla mused, she should encourage Candy to pursue that path. The airport maintained a peaceful lull.

Nyla, face hidden behind her mask, claimed a spot on a bench near the exit. She glanced at her phone, calculating his imminent arrival. Ethan emerged from the terminal, his gaze immediately drawn to Nyla's white-coated figure. As he approached, she noticed his shoes and looked up, meeting his intense stare. "For someone who claims to be missing me, you seem more interested in your phone," he teased. Nyla's cheeks flamed anew beneath her mask. Why did he have to remember that moment? She wished she could disappear. . . .