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

Chapter 311: Their eyes met for a moment before Ethan grabbed a jacket. "I'll have Jackson take you out. Don't go too far." "Okay," Nyla replied obediently. As Ethan left, he kissed her forehead, a gesture Nyla readily accepted. Once he was gone, Nyla slowly sat up, her body aching as she made her way to the bathroom. Her skin was marked with traces of their night together. As Nyla gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but find the situation painfully ironic. Tears started to fall, flowing freely. Why? Why did he always have to be so tender after being cruel to her?

Why was the love she craved so twisted? She slid down the wall and curled up on the floor, her arms hugging her knees as she broke down completely. After a long while, Nyla wiped away her tears and stood up. She couldn't afford to be weak anymore. Once she had tidied up, she sat on the sofa in silence, waiting. It didn't take long before Jackson arrived to pick her up. The gate opened, and while she occasionally wandered through the garden, leaving the house for somewhere else felt entirely different. As Nyla got into the car, she glanced back at the villa.

It had once felt like home, but now it seemed more like a prison. She took a deep breath and settled into the back seat. As the car drove off, she didn't look back. "Mrs. Brooks, where would you like to go?" Jackson asked respectfully. More chapters available at gαℓησνℯℓs․com Nyla paused, considering for a moment. She didn't immediately mention the place Murray had suggested. Instead, she opted to visit a few familiar spots. She couldn't afford to raise Ethan's suspicions.

She visited several jewelry stores, browsing without any particular intention, and also stopped by some designer boutiques. Jackson followed her every step, and she knew he was under Ethan's orders. After buying a bag, she picked out a necklace as well. Just as she was about to leave, she paused and said, "Let's go to the shopping center on Grand Avenue. I remember there's a clothing store there I'd like to check out." Jackson shot her a glance but said nothing, simply driving them there. Nyla felt a wave of nervousness.

She gripped her clothes tightly, trying to steady herself by focusing on the street outside. This was her one shot. Before leaving, she had sent Bonnie a message, and now everything had to fall into place. . . .