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

Chapter 301: Callie, standing nearby, was momentarily taken aback, a rush of excitement filling her. So Nyla had finally reached her breaking point and wanted a divorce. Ethan, however, was irritated and didn't want to hear any more. "Is this all you came to say? You should leave," he said dismissively. "Yes, and let me be clear-Nyla wants a divorce. Do you really think you can keep her forever? If she wants, I can take her with me right now!" Bonnie shot back, her voice growing louder. Ethan's response came almost instantly, filled with intensity.

"She will not leave!" His words carried such weight that Bonnie was momentarily stunned, a hint of fear creeping in. Ethan had looked downright frightening in that moment. With a cold gaze at the two of them, Ethan turned and walked away without another word. Callie observed them, a faint smile on her lips. "Miss Olson, I think you misunderstand me. I have no hidden agenda. Ethan and I are just close friends." Bonnie, regaining her earlier confidence, shot back, "Stop pretending. I see right through you. Maybe Ethan falls for your act, but not me.

And if you dare bully Nyla, you'll regret it next time!" In the secluded confines of Night Charm, Ethan reclined on the sofa, his usually immaculate suit jacket cast aside. The partially unbuttoned black shirt revealed a glimpse of vulnerability beneath his commanding presence. Ambient lights flickered intermittently, casting shadows that danced across the strands of hair falling over his forehead as he gazed distantly into his glass, lost in contemplation. Keith had scarcely drawn breath lately, overwhelmed by an unexpected surge in patronage.

An online influencer's endorsement had transformed his establishment into a hotspot, with patrons clamoring for photographs with him. Despite deflecting numerous requests, some proved impossible to decline. Upon entering the private room, Keith discovered Ethan had already consumed three bottles of whiskey but retained his composure with unnatural precision. The occasional staff members who ventured in with fresh drinks departed in silent reverence of his presence. "You're so charming, my friend," Keith joked, sinking wearily into the sofa.

"Perhaps you should take a stroll outside the room-I'm sure the entire establishment will soon form a queue for your photographs." Lɑtєst chαptєrs in glovєls.m His exhausted sigh morphed into a curious inquiry. "Such heavy drinking today-something to celebrate?" His recent good fortune lent his voice an optimistic lilt. Ethan's silence hung heavy in the air. Keith sipped his drink thoughtfully, his raised eyebrow betraying growing concern at his friend's unusual demeanor.

When Ethan suddenly drained his glass, his features revealed an unprecedented depth of desolation that sent a spike of alarm through Keith. What was going on? "Ethan, you're frightening me. What's happened?" Keith straightened, genuine fear flickering in his eyes. Unaware of Nyla's circumstances, his thoughts immediately turned to Ethan's mother-a matter that had consumed years of relentless investigation and emotional investment. . . .