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

Chapter 297: That was her sole request, born perhaps from a reluctance to ask for more. She hadn't safeguarded what mattered most to her, and she never truly held on to what she yearned for. Now, she clung to this single plea. If Ethan consented, she was prepared to remain here indefinitely, unopposed. Regrettably, her desires often clashed with reality. "The Higgins family is off-limits," Ethan replied with unsettling calm. His words crushed all of Nyla's hopes. She embraced resigned detachment.

After countless disappointments, she still harbored a sliver of hope, yet deep inside, she understood that Ethan would not support her. Nyla had come to this realization some time ago. Nyla's eyelashes fluttered down, a wry smile playing at her lips as she replied evenly, "Then let's get a divorce." Something in her words seemed to strike a nerve in Ethan. His temper flared, and he marched to the bedside, seizing Nyla's chin and glaring into her eyes. "Repeat what you just said?" Nyla's eyes met Ethan's defiantly.

"I think it's time for a divorce." Ethan's laugh was cold, filled with disdain as the atmosphere in the room turned darker. "You think you can just walk away? Think again." Nyla clenched her teeth. "Ethan, if there's no love left, why keep me here? There's no child tying us down anymore. Isn't it better to part ways?" In a swift, harsh response, Ethan bit down on Nyla's lip, drawing blood instantly. "If it weren't for your status as head of the Brooks family, I wouldn't have shared your bed! And isn't it just my body you're after? Isn't our relationship merely a contract?

Why the sudden reluctance to let me go?" Her words were sharp, meant to cut deep, pushing him to the edge. "Ethan, I find you disgusting!" gαℓησνs． brings magic to life He released her suddenly, their lips a grim reminder of the encounter, red with blood. His hand tightened around her neck, his smile cold. "Have you finished speaking? Indeed, your body still has its uses. Fulfill them well." Leaning in, he whispered menacingly, "I'll release you when I'm satisfied.

Don't forget, here in Ulares, no one will defy me to help you." With a brutal motion, he threw Nyla aside, her neck screaming in pain. Ethan's former affection was a mere act. Behind his facade was a cold, merciless man. As he closed the door, his voice echoed one last threat. "Don't even think about escaping. This place is under constant watch." Tears rolled down Nyla's cheeks as her silky hair fell around her face. Why had their relationship come to such a bitter end? How had everything gone so wrong between them? Since that day, surveillance had become Nyla's constant companion.

Though she maintained the freedom to visit her studio and meet with others, watchful eyes tracked her every movement. "Are those people downstairs all Ethan's men? Has he completely lost his grip on reality?" Bonnie pressed against the window, her expression twisted with concern as she observed the cluster of surveillance personnel outside their building. . . .