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

Chapter 327: Yet Ethan remained immovable, showing no intention of stepping in. Jackson couldn't fathom why. But to say Ethan didn't care about her would be wrong. Jackson had seen him spend the entire night watching the feed, his resolve wavering as he prepared to leave several times, only to hold himself back. On the screen, Nyla was buffeted by the waves, her body limp and barely resisting the ocean's force. Her head drooped as larger waves crashed over her, making her choke on the water. "She's been out there all night," Jackson tried again, his voice laced with urgency.

"She hasn't fully recovered from her earlier miscarriage. She can't take much more-" "Jackson," Ethan interrupted coldly. "You've said enough." The reprimand silenced him. Jackson stepped back, chastising himself for overstepping. Speaking on someone's behalf wasn't like him, yet this time, he couldn't help it. Time dragged on. On the feed, another wave crashed over Nyla, this one larger than the rest. It lingered longer, dragging her under. Seconds passed, and she didn't resurface. Ethan's hands clenched the arms of his chair, the tendons in his arms taut as his resolve finally crumbled.

"Go get her," he ordered, his voice tight. "Murray, are you even capable of handling this?" On the beach, Bonnie's white shirt was stained with blood, and the front strands of her hair clung damply to her face from the seawater. In one hand, she gripped a folding knife, her sharp eyes burning with determination. Murray, recovering from a blow dealt by Peter, tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Instead of faltering, the pain only fueled his resolve. Discover endless adventures on g alno vels ; con "A real man never backs down," Murray spat, his tone defiant. Half an hour earlier...

No one had expected Bonnie to act so swiftly or with such precision. After uttering her final words, she sprang into action without hesitation. Murray had barely begun to formulate a plan to protect her when she took down the first opponent. "I'm a black belt in Taekwondo," she declared confidently, brushing sand from her hands after the initial scuffle. "Five international championships under my belt. Did you really think I was just here for idle talk?" The fight had begun in earnest. Peter hadn't anticipated such an aggressive response, least of all from the woman accompanying Murray.

She was a whirlwind-agile, relentless, and entirely unpredictable. Within thirty minutes, Peter's men were incapacitated, sprawled across the beach like discarded driftwood. A heavy punch connected with Peter's jaw, forcing him back two steps before he crumpled onto the soft sand. . . .