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

Chapter 312: Grand Avenue's shopping center was the second-largest in Ulares. Nyla stepped out of the car, surveyed the area, and walked inside. Bonnie had reassured her that she could enter any store, as they were all part of Murray's business empire. Nyla walked with purpose, observing her surroundings, when she noticed someone keeping a watchful eye on them. "Let's go to that store over there. Once we're finished, we'll head back," she said. Nyla remembered a clothing store nearby, one she had visited during her previous work with Skycloud Group.

After a brief walk, she located the storefront and stepped inside, Jackson's footsteps echoing behind her. As she moved through the racks, her fingers trailing across various fabrics, a helpful sales assistant gathered the pieces she selected. "I'd like to try this one," she announced, her voice carrying to both the assistant and her watchful shadow. Jackson remained silent, his expression thoughtful. Ethan's instructions had been clear-simply follow her movements.

The sales assistant guided them to a sectioned fitting area, where Nyla caught Jackson's stoic reflection in a mirror before disappearing behind the curtain. Inside the private stall, protected by an additional outer curtain, Nyla held the dress but made no move to change. Minutes crawled by as beads of nervous perspiration formed on her skin. The garment trembled slightly in her grip as uncertainty gnawed at her resolve. Without her phone, reaching Bonnie was out of the question. The weight of her doubts pressed down on her until she decided she couldn't linger any longer.

Just as she decided to abandon her plan, a gentle knock broke the silence. She held her breath, waiting cautiously for identification. Discover more on gαℓησνs․çο (uso de "ç" y "ο" griega) "Ms. Green, please come out. I work for Mr. Wheeler," came a woman's reassuring voice. Relief flooded through her as she eased the door open, finding a uniformed woman with a welcoming smile. "Ms. Green, we must hurry now. This way," the woman urged, her heels creating a steady rhythm against the floor.

Nyla followed her guide's brisk pace, discovering a concealed exit in the changing area that led to a waiting vehicle. Through the windows, she glimpsed Bonnie's familiar face. "Nyla, quickly!" Bonnie beckoned, and within moments, they were gliding through traffic. Bonnie's concerned gaze searched for any signs of mistreatment. "Did Ethan harm you? Were you struck?" "No physical harm," Nyla assured her. "Just... confinement. Nothing more." Bonnie's eyes flashed with indignation. "Has he completely lost his mind?

To treat you like a prisoner-it's unconscionable!" Nyla's thoughts drifted to the complexities of her situation. Perhaps madness drove his actions, or perhaps it was desperation-after all, she had been the only one foolish enough to remain loyal through the years. . . .