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

Chapter 358: What was the point, when she had become a caged bird? It was useless to resist her fate. Nyla turned a new page and started another sketch. She drew and drew until Hana came over and asked her to take a break. "You can go for a walk if you like, Mrs. Brooks," Hana suggested kindly. Nyla considered it for a few seconds before shaking her head. "Never mind." Then she pulled herself upright and gingerly made her way upstairs. Hana could only resign herself to shaking her head as she watched the young woman go. What if Nyla's behavior continued like this?

Upon reaching the second floor, Nyla didn't head to her room right away. Instead, she stopped by Ethan's study. She hadn't refused Hana's offer because she didn't want to go for a walk; she was simply too tired. Besides, even if she did go out, Ethan's men would be trailing her the entire time. Why even bother? She would be more at peace at home, even though being holed up in this place pained her. Nyla randomly picked a few books off the shelf and turned to head to her room. She had only taken a few steps down the hallway when the room in the corner caught her eye. She paused in her tracks.

The other night, when she had gone downstairs for water, she had accidentally seen Ethan go into that room. The hallway had been dimly lit at the time, so she had assumed he'd gone into his study. Now, however, Nyla realized that this was an entirely separate room from Ethan's study. An overwhelming urge to investigate stirred within her, and she tightened her grip on the books. Your source of stories: galnσvls. For a moment, she just stood there, deliberating on what to do. In the end, Nyla gave in and approached the door. Her hand slowly reached for the doorknob. It was just a room, right?

So why was her heart racing a hundred miles a minute? Click. The door opened. Nyla froze in the doorway, her expression shifting from curiosity to shock, and then, ultimately, confusion. The books fell to the floor with a loud thud. At first, she tried to pick them up, but they always seemed to slip from her fingers. Lost and heartbroken, Nyla collapsed to the floor. This room was painted in soft hues of blue and pink, radiating a youthful and innocent vibe. A crib swayed gently from the faint breeze that had come in with her, and countless toys were scattered on the carpeted floor.

There were dolls and toy cars, a varied range of toys that would suit either a boy or a girl. Clearly, whoever had prepared this room had put careful thought into every single detail. . . .