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

Chapter 243: He cradled her protectively while withdrawing his phone, his voice dropping to arctic temperatures. "There are some pests at Night Charm. Deal with them." The call ended with a decisive click. Within moments, Night Charm's security materialized, surrounding the troublemakers. The man's bravado crumbled as realization dawned. By the time Keith arrived, his face had drained of all color. "Ethan... is this... your wife? What brings you here?" Keith, having encountered Nyla previously at the villa, recognized her instantly.

The revelation that this establishment belonged to Keith surprised Nyla-their previous interactions had been limited to those villa meetings. "Ethan, I take full responsibility. I'll handle this immediately," Keith assured, comprehending the gravity of the situation. Drunk patrons occasionally caused problems, but this... His glacial stare fixed on the offending group. "I'm taking Nyla home. We'll discuss this later," Ethan stated flatly, securing Nyla's wrist as he guided her toward the exit. Keith managed a strained smile, dread pooling in his stomach. This was catastrophic.

An angry Ethan meant severe consequences. Keith turned to the troublemakers, his lips curving into a deceptively pleasant smile while his eyes remained devoid of warmth. "Remove them." Bonnie watched the men being dragged away, swallowing hard before hurrying after Nyla and Ethan in nervous silence. This situation had escalated beyond repair. Bonnie froze as they stepped outside, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Austen emerging from his car. She quickly glanced at Ethan, who was already helping Nyla into his vehicle with practiced ease.

Bonnie instinctively took a step back, calculating her chances of escaping. But one glance at Austen's cold, calculating stare extinguished that thought. Attempting to flee now would be like signing her own death warrant. New chapters now on gαlnσvls․cøm Accepting her fate, she lowered her gaze and walked toward Austen's car, sliding into the back seat. The journey was filled with a heavy silence, Bonnie too anxious to break it, despite her strong urge to explain herself. Upon reaching home, Austen made his way straight to the kitchen, with Bonnie trailing behind like a chastised shadow.

Her anxiety melted into warmth when she realized he was preparing hangover soup for her. Seizing the moment when he was momentarily distracted at the sink, Bonnie slipped her arms around his waist. "Please don't be angry," she whispered against his back. "I'd never been to that bar before. I thought it would be safe with Nyla. I barely drank anything, especially since Nyla couldn't join in." In truth, her current tipsiness was nothing compared to her adventures abroad. "I should've told you instead of sneaking out.

It won't happen again." She nestled closer to him, finding comfort in his solid presence. . . .