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

Chapter 361: In the corner lay a cash box, an array of top-shelf spirits, and three firearms, all laid out for Ethan. "Thanks, Louis, but I'll pass. I'm taken," Ethan replied, lifting his hand to flash his wedding ring, his smile genuine. Louis arched an eyebrow, caught off guard by Ethan's marital status and his forthrightness. "Your wife must be quite stunning to keep you so devoted," Louis responded, taking a swig of his wine while maintaining an intimate grip on the woman by his side. The woman blushed deeply, and the others in the room seemed unfazed, with some visibly eager to partake.

"Thanks for the kind words; I'll make sure the first shipment goes out tomorrow. The rest might take a bit longer," Ethan said, acknowledging the compliment intended for his wife. The expression on Louis' face hardly shifted, though the woman he held gave a slight start. "And what might that imply?" Louis asked, a narrow-eyed grin forming. "It's just the production challenges-you know how it is with this kind of medicine. What I've provided is all that's available right now," Ethan replied, his tone earnest. Louis looked at him keenly, like a predator sizing up a meal.

Breaking into a grin, Louis replied, "Perhaps I was too quick to judge, Mr. Brooks. We can wait a bit longer then. These ladies, though, are handpicked for you. Wouldn't you reconsider taking one along?" At that moment, the woman in Louis' embrace reached a climax, quivering subtly yet compliantly. galnovels•com where stories grow Ethan was aware that declining now could jeopardize their business. He glanced at the women and nonchalantly selected one. "Her." Veda Cruz, tucked away in a corner, trembled upon being chosen. Louis regarded her with a fleeting look of remorse.

"Excellent choice, Mr. Brooks. She just arrived today and is untouched. I hope your evening is as delightful as our future ventures." Louis toasted, lifting his glass. Ethan raised his glass in turn and said, "Here's to our fruitful partnership." As he left, Ethan caught a glimpse of Veda trailing behind him. He offered her a brief nod. "Get in the car, please." "Uh... right," Veda stammered, hurrying into the vehicle and tucking herself into a corner. Once at the hotel, Ethan ignored her and headed straight for the shower.

Meanwhile, Veda clutched at her clothes, biting her lip as she undressed, remembering her instructions. She then knelt on the bed, strategically revealing herself. Ethan stepped out of the bathroom and paused, taking in the scene before him. His expression hardened slightly as he picked up a nearby blanket and draped it over Veda. Veda gripped the blanket tightly, her eyes shining with a mix of innocence and charm. "Sir, don't... don't you want to?" Her voice was soft yet determined, trembling with fear but bold enough to ask the question.

Among the women, Veda stood out with her striking beauty and perfect figure. Her alluring attire, combined with her naive demeanor, created an irresistible contrast. Yet, Ethan seemed completely disinterested. He moved to the sofa near the window, lit a cigarette, and closed his eyes, choosing silence over words. From beneath the blanket, Veda's wide eyes flickered anxiously. Her hold on the fabric tightened and loosened, her lip caught between her teeth as she tried to understand Ethan's lack of response. Having been chosen by him tonight, she believed he must find her appealing. . . .