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

Chapter 235: The emotional turbulence began to seep into her professional life, manifesting in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her usually sharp focus dulled, leading to a series of potentially costly mistakes that only Candy's vigilant eye had caught. Several contracts bore witness to her distraction, marred by incorrectly signed names. "Nyla, another mistake like this could jeopardize everything we've built," Candy's voice carried a mix of concern and gentle reprimand as she placed the problematic documents on the desk. The gravity of her error jolted Nyla back to the present moment.

Her eyes fixed on her miswritten signature, and she pressed her fingers against her temple in frustration. "You're right. These contracts are void-we'll need to start fresh with new prints." Candy studied her troubled expression before venturing, "This has something to do with your relationship, doesn't it?" Nyla's slight hesitation before nodding spoke volumes. With characteristic straightforwardness, Candy gathered the voided papers and offered her wisdom. "Relationship troubles need direct communication. That's why we have mouths, after all.

And if words fail..." A mischievous glint entered her eye. "Well, there's always the option of silencing him with kisses." The boldness of the suggestion caught Nyla off guard, drawing a reluctant smile from her. She sank deeper into her chair, exhaling deeply. If only matters of the heart could be resolved so simply through conversation. Rather than returning to the emptiness of home, Nyla sought refuge at what had become both Bonnie and Austen's shared sanctuary. Their swift progression to cohabitation had earned nothing but wholehearted approval from Nyla.

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We could grab dinner somewhere." A wry smile crossed Nyla's face. "Let me cook for you instead. You look dead on your feet. What's in the kitchen?" Bonnie's face brightened at the prospect of Nyla's cooking. "Austen stocked up recently-we've got chicken wings, beef, and broccoli. Would that work?" Bonnie scratched her head, trying to recall the last time she even opened the fridge. . . .