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

Chapter 336: Callie scanned the scene, her satisfied expression fading, and turned her gaze to the manager. "How's everything going?" she asked, continuing to walk as the manager led her toward a private room. "It's all set up. We're ready to administer the drug," the manager replied with a smile, his voice low. "Good. Everyone's registered. If anything goes wrong, money will handle it," Callie said casually, her words dripping with indifference, as if the lives at stake held no weight for her. The manager nodded vigorously, his tone servile. "The two you requested are in the next room.

Shall I bring them over?" A sudden rush of heat washed over Callie as she reached for a nearby sex toy, nodding. "Yes, bring them over." It was a night of pure indulgence. Callie soaked in the bathtub, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she reflected on the café's impressive profits. With the overseas operations stabilized and Ethan's identity leveraged, the profit chain could expand quietly, under the radar. After all, no one could escape the pull of their desires, especially physical ones. In Maple Villa, as Nyla descended the stairs, she found Ethan seated at the dining table.

Instead of the usual joy his presence brought, a sharp ache tugged at her heart. The dream from the night before lingered in her mind. In it, Ethan had told her to leave, and as she uncovered the truth about her father's case, she met a tragic end. Ethan married Callie, and in the end, no one remembered her. Staring at the composed figure of Ethan before her, she couldn't help but wonder if the dream was a glimpse into her future. Your hub for fresh chapters gαℓησvls․com "Mrs. Brooks, you're awake," Hana said cheerfully, setting a bowl of oatmeal on the table.

Nyla nodded, sitting a little farther from Ethan than usual, quietly picking at her oatmeal. Ethan noticed the shift, his brow furrowing in slight confusion. He glanced at Nyla, realizing she seemed more withdrawn than usual, as though she had become a completely different person. Nyla barely touched her food; all she could think about was leaving. Escaping felt like the only way to find some relief. Previously, whenever Ethan returned, she would try to have a conversation with him, but now, her desire to flee was stronger than ever. She stood up to leave. "Nyla," Ethan called.

Nyla froze, anxiety flooding her chest. Was this it? Was he finally going to tell her to leave? Was it happening so soon? . . .