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

Chapter 345: Soon, the bathroom echoed with soft murmurs of pleasure, the steam adding to the sensual haze. Three bodies intertwined, and Callie moved with practiced ease, allowing herself to be swept away by the sensations. After one round, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Stella. The reply came almost instantly, drawing a satisfied smile to her lips. "See? I'm such a manipulator, darling," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.

Then, with a beckoning gesture, she added, "Both of you, come in together." Several days passed, and Stella had yet to hear from Callie again. She had agreed to Callie's earlier request for help, only to be left in the dark. The silence from both Callie and the Brooks family left her uneasy, though part of her hoped the lack of follow-up meant Ethan had moved on. Still, every time she thought about it, her resentment toward Nyla burned brighter. When Callie's call finally came through, Stella's eyes lit up, and she answered immediately. "Callie! Finally, you call me! How are things?

Did Ethan give you any trouble?" Stella's voice carried a mix of anxiety and relief. On the other end of the line, Callie lounged on her bed, the sheets still rumpled from the hours of passion that had unfolded. She took a sip of water, her voice languid as she replied, "No trouble at all. Don't worry about me." Shifting the conversation, Callie added casually, "There's a Brooks family dinner soon. Are you going back?" The mention of the Brooks family dinner made Stella hesitate. Ethan rarely missed family gatherings. "Probably not," Stella replied quickly.

"I don't want to risk running into Ethan." New adventures await at gⱯlnσνℓs﹒o Callie hummed in acknowledgment. "I understand. Although, I've heard rumors Ethan might bring Nyla along. I don't know if it's true." As she spoke, Callie reached down to her private dart, drawing out a stream of milky liquid. Stella's expression darkened. The mere thought of Nyla attending filled her with bitterness. If she was struggling, Nyla shouldn't have it easy either. "Callie," Stella began, her tone laced with determination, "can you find a way to get me in?

I don't want to face Ethan, but I can't just stay away." Callie smirked, though her tone remained careful. "Maybe you shouldn't go this time. When the moment is right-" "Callie," Stella interrupted earnestly, "I just want to go home. That's all." Callie sighed theatrically. "Alright. I'll figure something out." Before hanging up, Stella asked, "Oh, by the way, what was that favor you mentioned earlier?" Callie stretched languidly, a sly smile curling her lips. "It's nothing big.

Nyla once gave me something, and I need you to return it to her for me." She entered the bathroom and moved toward the tub, sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh. . . .