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

Chapter 240: Ethan's brow furrowed. "Secure?" "Yes," Noelle explained. "She's afraid everything will fall apart again. That things will go back to the way they were. Imagine being in her shoes, Ethan-what would you feel? She's dealing with the same doubts and fears you've had before. But love isn't a business deal or some calculated exchange. It's about opening your heart, not just your mind." For the first time in their conversation, Ethan looked truly contemplative. Noelle's earlier concerns began to ease.

She had feared Ethan might spiral into the same abyss as Zaylee, but something told her he was finding his way out, step by step. Later that night, around 10 p.m., Ethan stood by the glass window of his office, staring at his own reflection. Noelle's words churned in his mind, pushing past his usual defenses. Finally, he grabbed his keys and left. When he arrived at Maple Villa, the first-floor lights were still on, though the upstairs remained cloaked in darkness. He pushed the door open and entered, finding Hana tidying up the living room. "Sir, you're back," Hana said, startled.

Her hands froze mid-task, and her gaze flickered nervously toward the stairs. Ethan noticed the shift in her demeanor immediately. "Where's Nyla?" Hana hesitated, wringing her hands. "She... hasn't come back yet." Ethan's frown deepened. He pulled out his phone, his fingers hovering for a moment before he made the call. When the call connected, loud music and the hum of conversation could be heard from the other end of the line. "Nyla, where are you?" Ethan asked, his frown deepening. Lɒtєѕτ ϲнαρτєrs ιn glovєls.

At the lively Night Charm bar, Bonnie was thoroughly enjoying a night out, having heard about this renowned spot in Ulares from a friend. Austen had warned her against visiting, but her desire to spend time with her friends outweighed his concern. Knowing Bonnie's schedule, Austen typically kept a vigilant eye on her. With Austen away at the hospital and Nyla visiting her, Bonnie seized the opportunity to unwind. Nyla, who was expecting, steered clear of alcohol, so Bonnie contented herself with just a few sips to relax.

"Who's calling you?" Bonnie asked, leaning in close to Nyla to speak over the now booming music. When they had arrived, the music had been softer, but it had grown louder as the night unfolded. A bit confused, Nyla checked the caller ID multiple times to make sure she wasn't mistaken-it was indeed Ethan calling. Just as Nyla was about to respond, Bonnie's behavior took a wild turn. "Skip the call, Nyla! Let's have some fun! When my godson is born, he's definitely going to be a party animal!" Nyla was about to explain when her phone conveniently died. "Oh, no!" The misunderstanding worsened.

After failing to restart her phone, she reached for Bonnie's. . . .