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

Chapter 331: It seemed their relationship had reached its breaking point. Wasn't this what she wanted? But now that it had come to this, regret gnawed at her. After her relentless insistence, Bonnie was finally allowed to visit Maple Villa once to check on Nyla. "Nyla, how are you? Feeling any better?" Nyla was sitting in the garden, her face turned toward the sun. Hana, who had stayed behind to care for Nyla, kept the villa running smoothly, though it felt empty with only the two of them. Bonnie felt a chill despite the mild warmth of May in Ulares.

Nyla's complexion had improved, but she still bore the pallor of someone recovering. "I'm fine, Bonnie," Nyla replied softly. "Why did you come?" Her eyes flicked behind Bonnie, searching for Ethan. When she didn't see him, a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. It had been two days since she last saw him, and his absence left her feeling unexpectedly hollow. "I came to check on you," Bonnie said warmly. "Ethan is as overbearing as ever-it took ages to get him to let me visit." She draped a small blanket over Nyla's lap.

The garden's tranquility was broken only by the sound of coffee being poured. Hana placed a steaming cup beside Bonnie and smiled politely. Updates always live at galησvls․com "Thank you, Hana," Bonnie said. "You're welcome, Miss Olson," Hana replied before retreating to give them space. Bonnie turned back to Nyla. "You don't have to explain anything to me. It's all in the past." Nyla had intended to say something, but Bonnie's words left her momentarily speechless. After a pause, she nodded. "Bonnie, I feel... bound to this place," Nyla admitted quietly.

Bonnie's expression softened with sympathy. "Then don't leave," she said gently. "I just want you to be safe." Nyla smiled faintly, warmth filling her chest. How fortunate she was to have someone who truly cared for her. Bonnie recounted the events of the day by the seaside to Nyla, whose expression remained composed throughout. "I took a leap of faith. Since I lost, there's no need for further involvement with Murray," Nyla said evenly, her voice steady. She had rarely taken risks in her life, but before this recent incident, she had believed Murray to be a genuine friend. . . .