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

Chapter 34: As the toddler squirmed, Vicki edged closer to Nyla, letting him grab at Nyla's sleeve and lean against her. "Sis... hug," he murmured again. "See how much he adores you," Vicki exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement as Nolan spoke his first words. Her expression radiated happiness as she whispered, "Oh, sweetheart, you're talking! Do you love your sister?" At that moment, Nyla was conflicted.

Under different circumstances, if their family had remained intact and Vicki had brought this charming little brother into her life, she might have been proudly sharing stories about him. Yet now, her thoughts were bittersweet-this innocent child was not to blame. Nyla tenderly lifted her hand to caress Nolan's head. He leaned into her touch, his smile radiating pure sweetness. "Vicki, once we resolve Dad's affairs, would you consider leaving with me?" Nyla's voice was light, but the question was loaded with serious intent. Vicki, initially startled, drew Nolan closer to her.

The child frowned and wriggled in protest. "Leave? To go where? Back to our old life? Remember, Nolan has rights to the Brooks family fortune, which could sustain us forever. I'm staying here, and you'd be wise to stay as well. Ryland might even take care of you." Nyla was disappointed. She thrust her hands into her pockets and walked away without a backward glance. Reaching the garage, Nyla unexpectedly came across Ethan, who was strolling with his father, Roger. Ethan was back here? She paused, tempted to divert her path, but stopped as she caught Roger's stern voice.

"Have you been seeing someone on the side?" Roger asked Ethan. Nyla froze, her heart tightening. She lingered, curious about Ethan's reply yet dreading it. gαℓησνs․com, your source for inspiration "Who told you that?" "Don't be so defensive. It's just chatter around the house. You're not a kid anymore. Having a bit of fun isn't a problem. But with your engagement to Callie approaching, you should sort out any loose ends." Roger cleared his throat and added, "She's just some plaything, right?

You know how vital the alliance with the Higgins family is." "Don't worry, I'm handling it." "Good to hear." Hidden away, Nyla felt a chill wash over her, her hands quivering in her pockets. It was as though an unseen force was crushing her heart, stealing her breath. Tears streamed down her face, each one sharp and irrevocable. She hurried away, the pain sharp despite her preparations. How could it still hurt so deeply? After two years, to him, she was just a plaything. She had clearly overestimated her place in his life.

The following morning, just past nine, Nyla, with dark circles under her eyes, made her way to the Fowler family home. Thoughts of Trevor's early discharge from the hospital irked her. She mused that a few more hits might have kept him bedridden for a month. . . .