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

Chapter 261: A shadow of unease crept into her heart, like a storm brewing on a distant horizon. Even at home, her thoughts wandered like leaves caught in an unpredictable wind. She was distracted, absent-minded, her usual vivacity dulled by an invisible weight. Ethan, ever observant, noticed her restlessness. "What's on your mind?" he asked. Nyla sat on the bed, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the tablet in her hands. Ethan's question brought her back to the present, like a bell cutting through a foggy morning.

She shook her head at first, the instinctive "nothing" on the tip of her tongue. But then, Ethan's advice about trust surfaced in her memory. Hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke. "My brother has been refusing to see me," she admitted, her voice heavy with concern. "I feel like... something's happening at the prison." Though Hayes had turned her away before, this time felt different-like an echo carrying an unfamiliar note. It was a gnawing sense she couldn't quite articulate, as if her intuition were whispering a truth she wasn't ready to hear.

Ethan slipped into bed beside her, wrapping her in his arms. "Don't worry," he said, his tone steady. "I've got people watching over things there." Nyla blinked, surprised by his attentiveness. She looked up at him, her eyes luminous with gratitude and a touch of disbelief. To Ethan, that look was irresistible, like a beam of light piercing a cloudy sky. Check the newest chapters on gⱯlnσνs․com He leaned down and kissed her gently, the moment tender yet profound. "What's the matter?" he asked softly.

"Ethan," she began, her voice earnest, "will you always treat me this way?" Promises, she knew, were fragile things-light as feathers and just as easily blown away. She thought of Lorenzo, who had once promised her caramel pudding every month. He'd agreed with a smile, yet she never saw the pudding-or him-again. Still, a part of her sought the reassurance of a vow, hoping it might anchor her restless heart. "I will," Ethan said, his voice warm with sincerity. Nyla wrapped her arms around his neck, and their kiss deepened, a quiet symphony of love and longing.

Yet love, as much as it ignites passion, also teaches restraint. They eventually settled back onto the bed, their breaths mingling in the soft silence. Ethan's hand came to rest on her stomach, a silent testament to the life they were waiting for. . . .