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

Chapter 305: Ethan, eyes shut, reclined in his seat, clearly wrestling with his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice tense. "Stop wasting your time with your plans. Do you honestly think you can leave just by depending on Murray?" "I was just discussing a collaboration with him," Nyla replied flatly, her voice cold and emotionless. Ethan had never heard her speak this way before, and it irked him. Nyla had never dared speak to him like this. What had changed? "Is that so? Aren't you looking for a supporter?

If you want help leaving, aside from Murray, who else is there?" "So, what's your point? You know I want to leave, yet you keep standing in my way. Ethan, do you want us to keep tormenting each other?" Nyla's gaze met his, calm and unflinching. In the dim light, their eyes locked-one pair devoid of emotion, the other burning with fury. "Keep tormenting each other?

When you took the initiative to share my bed, you should have known this moment would come." Ethan's fingers dug into Nyla's shoulders as he seized her, yet she remained lifeless in his grip, like a porcelain doll stripped of animation. Her gaze was calm, unnervingly detached, meeting his as though he were no more than a stranger. For a fleeting moment, a crack of unease rippled through his composure. For the past few years, Nyla's eyes had always brimmed with warmth and devotion whenever they locked onto him. But now? Now, she looked at him as though he was nothing.

The sensation clawed at him, an invisible thief snatching away something priceless from his grasp. "Say something, Nyla," Ethan demanded, his teeth clenched, though the steel in his voice couldn't quite mask the trembling undercurrent of fear. Ŀ∆ŧэ$τ çнαρτєя$ íπ galnoνeℓs.com "And then what?" Her voice was steady, chillingly devoid of the emotion he was desperate to find. "I've already lost a child. Isn't that punishment enough?" she added. The mere mention of their child cast a suffocating shadow over them, turning the air thick with unspoken accusations.

"The child wasn't yours alone," Ethan snapped, his composure cracking. The pungent smell of alcohol permeated the car's interior, making Nyla's stomach turn, though her face remained impassive. A bitter smile played across her lips. "Ethan, you know the child was yours too. So why haven't you confronted those who harmed our child?" "Nyla, I need evidence," he growled, his frustration mounting. The words felt hollow even to his own ears. "Evidence?" She let out a harsh laugh. "When the Brooks family tormented me, did anyone acknowledge the proof I presented?

The Higgins family has oppressed me endlessly, and you stood by, fully aware. Even with evidence in hand, you remained passive. And now you dare demand proof? How absurd, Ethan." . . .