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

Chapter 329: Her body was covered in numerous injuries, many of which appeared to be infected. Drenched in seawater, some wounds had turned pale, and her body remained frail after a recent miscarriage. It was clear that a long recovery awaited her. Nyla had been in a coma for nearly two weeks, showing no signs of regaining consciousness. If not for the faint trace of life in her vital signs, everyone might have assumed she was dead. Not long ago, Bonnie had approached Ethan, asking about Nyla's whereabouts. He had brushed her off with a harsh reply.

"You helped her escape from me, and she nearly died at sea. Those people are still looking for her. Do you want to tell them where she is?" Peter, who had survived, had tipped off a gang about the incident, putting Nyla at the top of their list as a target. Only Ethan knew the entire truth. Although Bonnie didn't grasp the full picture, she understood that she shared some responsibility. Thus, she had only asked about Nyla's condition. When she learned Nyla remained in a coma but was slowly recovering, she didn't push the matter further.

Each night, Ethan would visit, sitting vigil by Nyla's side, remaining there through the night. The next morning, he would slip away quietly, as though nothing had happened, leaving no trace of his presence. Exclusive updates gαlησνєℓs.cøm So, when Nyla finally woke up, the first thing she saw was Ethan, sitting in a chair, resting with his eyes shut. She tried to speak, but her throat was dry and sore. As she reached for a glass of water, she accidentally knocked it over.

The sound of the glass crashing echoed through the room, and Ethan's eyes shot open immediately, his dark gaze bloodshot from exhaustion. He switched on the bedside lamp. As he looked at Nyla-fragile, lying in the bed with her eyes barely open, her face still ashen, and her hand awkwardly raised in the air-he got up, picked up the glass from the floor, grabbed a new glass, and poured her some water, gently holding it to her lips. Nyla blinked and drank slowly. Neither of them spoke. Once the water had soothed her throat, Nyla felt a little stronger, and her discomfort lessened.

She parted her lips, her voice soft. "Why are you here?" Ethan remained silent in his chair, eyes shut, filling the room with an uncomfortable quiet. . . .