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

Chapter 249: Keith reclined leisurely in his bar seat, amusement dancing across his features as he read Benson's message. His fingers moved across his phone screen, typing with smug satisfaction. "Benson remains charmingly naive." He followed up with another message, "We're powerless here. Ethan has chosen her." Benson's eyes remained fixed on his screen, disbelief mounting with each word. Jameson's subsequent message only deepened his confusion. "Indeed, Ethan's heart is set on her." Pressing a hand to his forehead, Benson checked for fever.

He confronted the harsh reality before him-this wasn't some fevered dream. Damn! Ethan had truly strayed into infidelity. The situation threatened to spiral into catastrophe. His conscience warred within him. Should he stand firm on moral principles or protect the bonds of friendship? Once again, life had presented him with an impossible choice. Meanwhile, Ethan had just returned home. He cast a cursory glance at the group messages before darkening his screen and instructing Hana to increase Nyla's meal portions. Hana's brow furrowed in concern. "Mrs.

Brooks' appetite has been rather poor lately..." "I'll ensure she eats properly. Just prepare the food," Ethan stated with quiet authority. "The doctor emphasized her nutritional deficiency, which poses risks to her health." Hana nodded and set about her task. When Nyla encountered the lavish spread before her, her eyes widened in surprise. She turned to Ethan, questioning, "Am I really expected to consume all this?" The array of chicken, fish, and beef seemed excessive. . "It's vital for your well-being," Ethan responded with gentle firmness. Nyla swallowed apprehensively.

"Wouldn't a balanced approach be more beneficial than such quantity at once?" Ethan remained steadfast. "I've consulted with Leonard, who confirms these benefits. Take your time with the meal." "I'll sample each dish today," Nyla compromised. "Too much food tends to upset my stomach." Ethan nodded, joining her at the table. Their meal was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Though initially reluctant, recognizing Benson's number prompted Ethan to answer, suspecting it was important. He activated the speaker and placed the device on the table.

"Ethan." Benson's voice emerged, taut with carefully rehearsed determination. Ethan's brow creased. "How much do you need?" The question stemmed from years past when a penniless Benson had reached out after leaving home with minimal resources. Despite his irritation, Ethan had provided a million dollars and secretly invested in the entertainment company for Benson's benefit. . . .