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

Chapter 227: "I agreed to the partnership with Skycloud Group because the terms were beneficial. In return for a little help from Murray, I promised him some of my new designs." Sensing the mounting tension, the driver discreetly raised the partition. "Murray has no romantic interest in me. You know his type-he's vindictive and just a nuisance-" Ethan interrupted Nyla gently, drawing her into a comforting embrace and seating her on his lap. His movement was smooth, almost protective, as he softly placed a hand on her waist. His intense kiss made her shiver.

Although Nyla had more to say, Ethan's obvious upset prompted her to embrace him and return the kiss instead. Their careful restraint began to dissolve. Nyla moaned softly, and Ethan's hands started exploring. The high-waisted jeans she wore proved stubborn; even unbuttoned, they wouldn't slip off. Ethan rested his head on her chest, his breath heavy as he fought for control. As desire welled up within her, Nyla whispered hesitantly, "Should we go on?" "Not now. It's better just to stay like this," he responded, his voice strained with effort. Nyla nestled closer, her breath heating his neck.

"There's absolutely nothing romantic between him and me, Ethan. We're merely friends." Ethan playfully nibbled at Nyla's collarbone. She tilted her head back slightly, wincing at the faint sting but didn't push him away. Sensing her discomfort, Ethan released his grip, leaving a faint mark behind. gⱯlnσνs․com is your storytelling haven "Okay," he murmured, his tone soft. "Not angry anymore?" Nyla asked. Ethan pulled her closer, brushing his lips against hers with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his earlier mood.

"I won't interfere with your social life." It was a promise, one his psychologist had recommended he make. Not that he would admit that to Nyla. Recently, Ethan had started psychological counseling. More often than not, his actions were guided by his psychologist's advice. He found it difficult to naturally interpret other people's emotions, often missing subtleties unless they were communicated explicitly. That was why he cherished moments like this-when Nyla told him directly that she missed him. It helped him connect with her emotions, a connection he deeply valued.

Later, the two of them returned home. Nyla curled up on the sofa, engrossed in a casual mobile game. Her morning sickness had become less frequent, and her overall health had improved significantly. . . .