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

Chapter 262: "Don't think you can feel anything yet," Nyla said, her laughter like the gentle rustle of leaves. It was still early-barely two months into her pregnancy. The doctor had said it would be another month or two before she might feel the baby move. "I know," Ethan replied with a sheepish smile. "I just wanted to try. I wonder if they'll be calm or... full of surprises." His thoughts were a patchwork of curiosity and the doctor's advice, forming an image of their child in his mind. Nyla nestled closer, the warmth of his presence soothing her like a lullaby.

She soon drifted into sleep, her breathing soft and even. Ethan, however, lay awake, his mind replaying her earlier words. As she slept, her face took on a serene innocence, a faint blush gracing her delicate features. Maybe he was overthinking. Meanwhile, at the prison, Hayes lay on a hospital bed, his injuries a grim testament to the brutality he had endured. A few doctors worked with precision, tending to wounds so severe that even a glance was enough to make one wince. Some of his injuries had fused with his clothing, and removing them was an ordeal that painted agony across the air.

Though Hayes was unconscious, the anesthesia only provided temporary reprieve. When it wore off, he would face a relentless tide of pain. "What kind of hatred leads to this?" one of the doctors murmured, shaking his head. "It's as if they saw him as less than human." "Quiet!" a senior doctor snapped. "Don't speak out of turn. Focus on the job and stay out of trouble." Lаτєѕτ chɒρτєrs ιn glovєls. Once the treatment was complete, Hayes was dressed in clean clothes, but the fresh fabric couldn't erase the severity of his condition. In the dead of night, Hayes stirred awake.

The pain surged through him like wildfire, yet he remained silent, sitting on the edge of the bed without a word. His dark eyes betrayed no emotion as they flitted over his wounds. Then, with a faint, weary smile, he gazed into the shadows, his thoughts a labyrinth known only to him. "Who arranged Hayes' medical treatment?" Callie's meticulously applied makeup twisted into a grimace of annoyance, instilling fear in the group gathered before her. The lead man gulped, struggling with his words. "I'm uncertain.

The opposition is exceedingly powerful." Callie's expression darkened with visible irritation. Recent days had been a relentless barrage of troubles; one issue barely subsided before another erupted. . . .