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

Chapter 241: "What's the issue?" Bonnie, now visibly intoxicated, slurred slightly. "Pass me your phone," Nyla demanded. Bonnie pulled it from her pocket and handed it over. "What's the issue? Who called and stirred you up like this?" "It was Ethan." Before Nyla could dial Ethan's number, Bonnie abruptly reclaimed the phone, leaving her in a state of confusion. "He called you, and you're this nervous? He's taking you for granted because you let him. You shouldn't call him back." Bonnie, despite her inebriation, recalled the stories Nyla had shared about Ethan's less-than-stellar behavior.

He needed to be taught a lesson, she thought. "Bonnie..." Nyla paused briefly, seeming unsure. Bonnie appeared relaxed under the dim flickering lights, while others around them were absorbed in their games. She would have pulled Nyla onto the dance floor if not for her condition. Now, Ethan was concerned. Why hadn't he shown concern earlier? "Let him come to you if he really cares. He's reaching out now? What about before?" Bonnie scoffed, her eyes scanning the room. Her gaze landed on a table with two men. A mischievous glint appeared in Bonnie's eyes, and her smile grew sly.

Nyla recognized that look-it usually spelled trouble. "Let's go join those guys for a bit. If Ethan shows, we leave. If not, we've lost nothing." Bonnie, clearly tipsy, was speaking without a filter. Find the magic on gⱯlnσνs․ Nyla, feeling a headache coming on, insisted, "Bonnie, maybe we shouldn't." Ignoring her, Bonnie laughed and tugged Nyla toward the booth. The men there brightened up at their approach. They were hopeful to meet women that night and hadn't expected such intriguing company.

In fact, several patrons had already taken notice of Nyla and Bonnie, particularly Nyla, who radiated a refined, detached beauty. Feeling the weight of their stares, Nyla grew uneasy. She tugged at Bonnie, pleading, "Let's not do this. Let's just go home." She was all too familiar with those leering, invasive looks-enough to make her skin crawl. Bonnie, sensing Nyla's discomfort, replied, "Okay, we'll head out." As Nyla and Bonnie made their way to the exit, the two men watched regretfully, but their pursuit was blocked by another group. "Hey, beautiful, where do you think you're going?

How about joining us for a bit of fun?" Nyla's face remained as impassive as ice as she surveyed the group of men, contempt flickering across her delicate features. . . .