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

Chapter 359: Aside from the soft, thick carpet, the corners and edges of the furniture in the room were also padded with foam, telltale signs of babyproofing the area. Nyla didn't know what to make of it. She felt something hot and wet on her cheeks, and when she reached up to touch it, she realized she was crying. "Why... why would you prepare all of this? Ethan... Didn't you say you didn't care?" Nyla was seated on the floor, crying so loudly that Hana, who was downstairs, heard the noise and rushed up, concerned.

Upon seeing Nyla crying with a toy clutched in her arms, Hana instantly understood the situation. She approached Nyla, knelt beside her, and sighed resignedly. "Mrs. Brooks, is this your first time in this room?" Through her tear-streaked eyes and a voice choked with sobs, Nyla just nodded. "Hana, how long has he been planning this?" "Ever since he discovered you were expecting, Mr. Brooks began getting things ready," Hana answered, struggling to explain further. She was puzzled by the conflict between Ethan and Nyla. They had seemed so deeply in love before.

Why had their relationship soured to the point where they seemed like enemies? "So long ago..." Nyla attempted to rise, but her legs, numb from sitting too long, nearly gave out, causing her to stumble. Luckily, Hana was there to steady her. She wandered around the room, delicately handling each item. Upon opening the wardrobe, she discovered it stocked with clothes for both boys and girls-trendy and likely to look adorable when worn. Nyla covered her mouth, fighting back tears. Why had he arranged all these things so prematurely?

₥ₒᵣₑ ᵤₚdₐₜₑₛ ᵢₙ gₐₗₙₒᵥₑₗₛ.ₒₘ What was going through Ethan's mind? "Mrs. Brooks, Mr. Brooks might not always say the kindest things, but he isn't heartless," Hana said in defense of Ethan. "His mother died when he was very young, and he was left alone. His father kept him isolated, not letting him socialize with other children, which made him quite withdrawn. It's not that he doesn't care about you; he struggles to show it. He probably mourned the loss of the child in solitude for a long time." Nyla's thoughts were a whirlwind; she couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood anymore.

She asked Hana to leave, opting to spend the night alone in the nursery. When she finally left the room, it was still dark outside. Ethan hadn't returned home yet. Nyla, clutching her phone, had endured a night filled with conflicting emotions, tormented by her indecision. It felt as though she and Ethan could neither revisit their past nor completely cut ties. Every moment was filled with pain. . . .