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

Chapter 342: As the car's partition slowly rose, Ethan turned to her, his gaze intense. He reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "What is it?" he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Even if it means dying, you still want to leave? So it doesn't matter whether I save you or not, does it?" "Ethan, I don't understand why you're saying this. I just need to know-do you honestly think our current situation is alright?" Nyla locked eyes with him, her reflection in his gaze not calm, but filled with something akin to anger.

She placed her hand on his briefly before pulling it away, her demeanor eerily composed. "I think it's fine. Don't even think about leaving." Ethan's voice darkened, his words tinged with possessiveness. Nyla struggled to put into words the emotions swirling inside her, her expression a mix of complexity as she gazed at him. "You used to be sharp, always quick with a response. Why were you silent now? Bullied by Stella like that-where's your spirit, your fire?" Ethan's tone carried a sharp edge, a subtle mockery in his words.

Once, Nyla might have believed that Ethan was protecting her, and maybe, just maybe, a part of her still hoped that was true. But she was so tired. Every day, she clung to hope, only to have it dashed again and again, each time feeling more desperate, more defeated. Her boldness had long since faded. The person she used to be seemed lost, and now she was small, hesitant, constantly fearing that one day, Ethan would cast her aside, leaving her with nowhere to turn. "Ethan, I don't think this is right," Nyla repeated softly, her voice quiet yet resolute.

Her eyes were empty, like dark lakes with no movement, no ripples-just stillness. L∆Ŧ€$† ¢₳þŧ€яŞ ¡η Ġ@lиøνεlş.cøm "Do you see it now? This is what it costs to be with you. Even though I came to you first, I'm the one paying the price. These people keep walking all over me, each one more relentless than the last, trying to take everything I have. All I want is the truth and... just a bit of love." She lowered her head slowly, like someone succumbing to an inevitable fate, surrendering to despair. "But the truth can't be revealed, and I don't dare ask for love anymore.

I almost lost my life for it. Ethan, you're just unwilling to let go. One day, when you see that I'm nothing but a hollow, discarded shell, you'll cast me aside without a second thought." Her voice was tinged with self-deprecation, yet deep down, she knew she wasn't as empty as she felt. "Who fed you this nonsense, Nyla? You were the one who chose me, the one who wanted this. And now, you're the one asking for a divorce. But it was me who saved you. Is this how you repay me?" Ethan's words were cutting, his anger intensifying, completely deaf to the vulnerability she had revealed.

He always believed that with his presence, no one would dare say anything. And with his power, who would even consider harming Nyla? . . .