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

Chapter 320: "She's fine," Ethan muttered, irritation seeping into his voice. "Probably enjoying herself with the person she's been longing for." He tried to dismiss the nagging thoughts. Women like Nyla were easy enough to replace-he could find another in no time. Yet, each time he returned to Maple Villa, that resolve wavered. Callie's words, however, had jolted him back to reality. Nyla was just a woman. Why should he care? He didn't need things that held no value to him. "Well, as long as she's okay," Callie said lightly.

"I was worried she might unravel after losing the child, especially since she believes I'm the one to blame. Honestly, I've been a little afraid she might try to get back at me one day." She let out a soft laugh, but Ethan's expression darkened. He sensed there was more to her words than she let on. "Focus on advancing your family's project," he said abruptly. "Once you take over, our cooperation will strengthen." "Of course, Ethan," Callie replied, her tone softening. Then, as if gathering courage, she looked directly at him. "Actually... I'm still waiting for you.

If you've sorted things out, I wouldn't mind at all." "I'm not entertaining such thoughts for now." Ethan mulled it over briefly before gently declining her offer. Anticipating this, Callie wasn't taken aback. A slight smile played on her lips. "It's alright, I can be patient," she said, stepping closer to Ethan and leaning in slightly. "Don't squander your feelings on someone unworthy." With those words, Callie turned and left without looking back. As she walked down the hallway, her stride was cheerful, a smirk of satisfaction playing on her face.

gαℓησνs․com is full of thrilling adventures Managing a man was as easy as baking a pie. She muttered under her breath, "Nyla, you really don't grasp such golden chances." Meanwhile, Nyla had spent several days at the Neon Villa, her life punctuated only by snippets of news from the outside. Everything changed when Murray visited that evening. The presence of extra bodyguards tipped her off that the evening was unusual, and Murray's expression only heightened her alertness. She instinctively stepped back, clutching a pencil she often used for sketching.

"Murray, you aren't thinking of sending me away, are you?" Nyla asked, her voice steady but her internal anxiety hidden from view. Murray avoided her gaze, his voice emotionless. "You put too much faith in me." "It's more of a gamble for me. If I lose, so be it." She admitted defeat once again. Her streak of bad luck seemed endless. . . . Message from Noah: Tomorrow there will be new chapters dear readers. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ .