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

Chapter 233: Callie? The revelation struck like lightning. How could someone supposedly ignorant of these events have such involvement? Had Brevard informed her? If so, why wasn't he the puppet master, but Callie? The puzzle pieces refused to align. But a more immediate concern materialized as Murray's smirk widened, his gaze fixed on an approaching figure. Nyla's heart stuttered as she followed his line of sight. Ethan's unexpected appearance paralyzed her. Anxiety surged as she clutched her bag tighter, her innocent description of "meeting a friend" now exposed as a half-truth.

Words failed her as panic scattered her thoughts. Ethan's cold demeanor cut through the tension as he took her hand with firm possession. "I appreciate your hospitality, Mr. Wheeler. I'm escorting my wife home." Murray's grip tightened imperceptibly on his wine glass, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Indeed, the hour grows late. Nyla, we'll reconvene another time." Terror sealed Nyla's lips as Ethan's steady gaze bored into her. Finally, she managed a strained response. "No future meetings. Never again." Her internal voice screamed in desperation: Help!

They sat in the back seat of the familiar black Cayenne. An oppressive silence filled the vehicle as Ethan remained motionless, leaving Nyla to drown in waves of rising panic. Your imagination begins with gαℓησνs﹒ç Despite her innocence in meeting Murray, guilt clawed at her conscience as though she'd been caught in some clandestine affair. "I messaged you," Nyla ventured softly into the stillness. "But you didn't respond. I was just wrapping up to head home when you arrived." "You failed to mention Murray." Ethan's voice carried an arctic chill.

His tone sparked an unexpected surge of indignation within her. True, she had omitted Murray's name from her message, but did that warrant this confrontation? Especially after his earlier promises of non-interference in her social life. "We have an ongoing collaboration that will require more meetings," Nyla stated firmly, lifting her chin. Frustration darkened Ethan's features. His recent emotional turbulence, exacerbated by medication, had left him raw and volatile. To him, her selective omission spoke volumes about her lack of trust.

"Was sharing his name truly such an insurmountable task?" he challenged. . . .