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

Chapter 25: "Mr. Brooks enjoyed himself a bit too much tonight. I'm leaving him in your capable hands, Miss Green." "Ah, sure." After Jackson helped Ethan to the couch and departed, Nyla gazed at Ethan, now unconscious. His features, typically so composed, were now etched with tension. He looked so unapproachable; who would have thought such a man could be so wild in bed? Caught in her thoughts about their intimate moments, she flushed and turned away, heading to the bathroom to soak a towel in warm water. She returned and gently dabbed at his face. Her hand was suddenly caught.

Startled, she looked down to find Ethan's eyes open, their gaze locking in a silent exchange. Drawn in by the moment, Nyla leaned closer and kissed him. His lips were cool, the taste of alcohol mingling with their warmth. As she started to pull back, Ethan pulled her closer, his kiss forceful, as though claiming her completely. "Ethan, stop... just wait. Not now... just hold on." The room's temperature seemed to spike as they melded together, caught in a relentless embrace. Nyla was swept away, losing count of the moments, drained by their intensity.

Through her daze, she thought she heard Ethan whisper something. "What was that?" Ethan, his face nestled in her neck, breathlessly uttered, "Callie..." Nyla wasn't sure when their intimacy had ceased; all she felt was an intense cold that no amount of heat could alleviate. Her heart throbbed with a heavy, painful pull, as if something within her was being ripped apart. Tears streamed down her face, disappearing into the curve of her neck as she gazed blankly at the ceiling.

Ethan, perceiving her sorrow, drew her close with one arm and tenderly wiped away her tears with the other, his gestures seemingly full of concern. Yet Nyla alone understood the truth: in his mind, she was someone else. Find the latest releases gⱯlnσvs․com She clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to sob aloud. The next morning, as Ethan dressed, Nyla was just stirring from sleep, her eyes swollen and reluctant to open. She stared blankly upward and asked with forced calmness, "Ethan, when are we going to end this?" Silence enveloped the room threateningly.

After a tense pause, his scoff broke the quiet. "I was under the impression you'd grown more pragmatic. It seems I was mistaken to think you wouldn't make a scene. Nyla, my patience is limited, and don't assume your place here is indefinite." "Alright, then answer me this-what happens to me after you marry Callie?" Propping herself up against the headboard, Nyla fixed him with a steady gaze. "Am I to remain your secret? Expected to be at your beck and call? How do you see me?" Ethan's expression darkened, puzzled by the conflict of these matters. . . .