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

Chapter 330: Nyla didn't receive an answer, but she knew deep down that Ethan had been the one to save her. A rush of guilt washed over her. After a while, Ethan stood as someone knocked on the door. Leonard quickly entered and, seeing the calm scene, exhaled in relief. "You're awake? You were on the edge of death and made it through." Leonard pulled out a stethoscope and began examining her. She tried to sit up to cooperate, but Leonard was quick to stop her. "Don't try to get up. It will take months for you to fully recover.

Move as little as possible." About half an hour later, Leonard finished his examination, his expression easing. "The investment was worth it for your recovery. Just take care of yourself. No need for excessive supplements, just steady nourishment." Nyla, still a bit dazed, understood his words and subconsciously turned her gaze to Ethan. Had he spent a great deal of money to save her life? Did Ethan truly care for her? After Leonard left, the room fell into a heavy silence, leaving only Ethan and Nyla.

Uneasy, Nyla averted her gaze, unsure how to start the conversation or even how to face Ethan. She had been the one who wanted to leave, the one who was trapped yet secretly hoped Ethan would rescue her. The contradiction of her feelings left her feeling foolish. "Ethan, I..." She began to speak, but Ethan cut her off, his tone cold and unyielding. Explore magic at gⱯlnσνs．c "If you've decided to leave, then stop complicating things. Next time, your choices are your own, and I won't interfere." Nyla turned toward him, her fragile fantasies crumbling in an instant.

"I understand," she murmured, lowering her eyes. Ethan stood, his detached demeanor casting a shadow over her. "Do you really trust Murray that much?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. Nyla blinked in confusion. "What?" Seeing her wide, innocent eyes, Ethan felt a surge of irritation but quickly turned his head away. "If you want to go back to Maple Villa, then just go," he said brusquely before walking out, leaving Nyla alone. She remained on the bed. The quiet of the room felt oppressive, and as she wavered between sleep and wakefulness, unsettling dreams haunted her.

A week passed. Nyla had been taken back to Maple Villa to recover. Although she had no intention of leaving again, the happiness she once felt there had vanished. Whenever Ethan returned, she would cautiously approach him, but he remained distant, unwilling to engage. . . .