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

Chapter 332: Yet, she had underestimated how unpredictable people could be. More importantly, she had overlooked the fact that Murray's rise to become the second wealthiest businessman in Ulares was not due to privilege, but to his ruthless strategies in a cutthroat business world. Bonnie held Nyla's hand, struggling to find the right words. "Nyla..." "I had considered this outcome and have no regrets," Nyla replied, her gaze steady and unwavering. "If he has anything to say to me, I don't need to hear it." She had made one costly mistake already and had no intention of making another.

She had given so much of her life to Murray, almost everything she had. "The favors I owed him... they should've been repaid by now, right?" she added. A butterfly flitted into the garden, a rare sight for Nyla, who hadn't seen one in years. She wanted to reach out and catch it, but her frailty kept her rooted in place. Bonnie moved to help, but Nyla stopped her with a gentle gesture. "I don't want it to share my fate," Nyla murmured, her voice tinged with melancholy. It seemed there was nothing left for her to lose. Bonnie stayed by her side the entire day.

Ethan didn't visit the villa, and Nyla's spirits dimmed slightly as the hours passed. "Nyla, is it because Ethan rescued you that you feel bound to this place?" Bonnie asked softly. It wasn't right for Nyla to let her gratitude toward Ethan dictate her decisions. Somewhere along the line, she had mistaken her gratitude for affection. Your new favorite stories are at gαℓησνs․com Bonnie worried about the toll this might take on Nyla's fragile emotional state. "Everyone seems to be after me. Where else can I go?" Nyla responded with her voice trailing off. Bonnie fell silent.

She didn't have an answer either. Recent events had shaken them both deeply. When nine o'clock came, Bonnie left. Nyla needed rest, and Ethan had only allowed her to stay for a single day. As Bonnie stepped out of Maple Villa, she spotted a car parked nearby. Recognition was instant-Murray's car. Anger bubbled up inside her, and she stormed over, yanking the door open. "Take me to the boxing ring," she demanded. Murray didn't argue, silently driving her to the ring he owned. Bonnie suited up, her movements deliberate.

"I don't know what you're trying to achieve, or why you and Ethan have this grudge, but I can't forgive how you've hurt Nyla," she said sharply. "Do people like you truly care about anything beyond profit? Are friends and family just tools for you to use and discard?" . . .