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

Chapter 31: Navigating the roads to the Brooks Mansion, Nyla was reminded of how seldom she drove, especially to this location. She was behind the wheel of a car that Ethan had purchased specifically for her. Once she parked, she made her way directly to Ryland's villa. The Brooks family, a sprawling unit, had never disbanded. The Brooks Mansion comprised several villas for the primary family branches, while the smaller branches typically visited only during the holiday season. The walk to her destination took longer than expected.

Upon her arrival, the servant, Mavis Barker, promptly opened the door. The living room was ablaze with light, and she could hear Nolan's occasional babble, signaling they were anticipating her. "Miss Green," Mavis said, welcoming her with due respect. Acknowledging with a brief nod, Nyla removed her scarf and entered. As expected, Vicki was on the sofa, engaging with Nolan, who was just beginning to form words. Ryland was absorbed in a newspaper on another sofa, his dignified profile belying his age and retaining hints of his younger, more striking features.

The Brooks family were renowned for their good looks, and upon her initial encounters, Nyla had been impressed by the robust genetic traits evident in the younger family members. "Nyla, good to see you. Have you had dinner? If not, I can ask Mavis to whip up something for you," Vicki said, her tone laced with a trace of care. Feeling a wave of repulsion at the feigned concern, Nyla got straight to the point. "What was so urgent that you needed me back here?" Ryland scrutinized Nyla with a keen eye. His initial attraction to Vicki had been due to her lovely, demure nature.

The first time he encountered her daughter, he was equally taken aback. Nyla's beauty was striking but fierce, igniting a challenge rather than calm admiration. Find the latest at gαℓησvєℓs․cøm Regrettably, Nyla's methods were as ineffectual as her mother's, and the Brooks household was no place for another disruptive force. "Go apologize to the Fowler family," Ryland commanded. Nyla stood defiantly in the middle of the living room, her gaze steady on Ryland as she scoffed, "And why would I do that? Aren't you worried I might retaliate against Trevor while he's vulnerable in the hospital?

You know well I don't conform to conventions. If I've struck him once, believe me, I won't flinch at doing much worse." "Nyla, stop this madness!" Vicki implored, clutching at her daughter's sleeve in desperation. Nyla looked at her, withdrew her arm decisively, and said, "An apology? Sure, after Trevor publicly admits his wrongdoings to me." "You dare defy me? Without my support, you and your mother wouldn't last a day," Ryland retorted, his anger causing him to slam the newspaper on the table. "Oh, please! Playing the benevolent patriarch, are we?

Wasn't it your infidelity that forced you to accept her back because she was carrying your child? How can you posture as honorable when you're clearly competing for a greater portion of the inheritance? Ryland Brooks, who's going to buy that saintly act?" . . .