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

Chapter 344: Her gaze dropped, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. Stella bit her lip, her resentment toward Nyla bubbling to the surface. "My uncle is just temporarily under her spell. Don't worry, Callie-I won't let her get away with it." Callie masked her satisfaction with a carefully composed expression. "Better not push it," she warned gently. "Ethan is shielding her, and I don't want to make things worse. Let's leave it at that." "Callie, you're too kind," Stella said earnestly. "Has Nyla ever considered your feelings?

She shamelessly took your man, and all we want to do is vent a little." Callie smiled faintly, choosing not to respond. "Get your things together," she said, changing the subject. "I'll take you to my place. We don't want you being sent away." To Stella, Callie's understanding and generosity seemed boundless. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Callie's kindness was the reason Nyla had taken advantage of her. After ensuring Stella was settled, Callie didn't head home. Instead, she stopped by her café.

The manager informed her that the drugs had been administered, and she wanted to check on the results. Callie ascended to the upper level of the café, her gaze sweeping over the dimly lit room. It was quieter than during the day but still packed. On stage, four women performed provocative dances, their movements exaggerated by visual effects. The spectacle was meant to captivate. One dancer drew someone's attention. With the swipe of an exclusive black card, she was led away by three men without resistance, leaving the remaining dancers watching enviously as they intensified their movements.

"The drugs have been administered, Miss Higgins, but the effects aren't as pronounced as expected. Should we try a different group?" the manager asked, approaching Callie. Find the latest at glησνls․com Callie leaned against the railing, her expression unreadable as she surveyed the scene. "Dull," she murmured before turning away. "Give me a dose of the drug," Callie said. Her voice was calm, deliberate. "I have someone specific in mind." Callie believed the perfect test subject was someone naive, full of dreams, and easy to manipulate.

She reclined in the bathtub, her body submerged in the warm water as two men attentively caressed her skin. Her head tilted back, cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment, while her fingers casually placed a small vial of medicine into a nearby box. Her hand rested on the large manhood of the man to her left, her touch languid and teasing. The intoxicating atmosphere overwhelmed her senses, and impulsively, she leaned forward to taste him. The unexpected action made the man pause before he gently pressed her head to keep her close. . . .