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

Chapter 366: Ethan remained seated, outwardly calm yet inwardly disturbed by Austen's accusations. Love? To him, it held no value. He had everything under his command. What was there to regret? Ever since he was fifteen, he had never failed to get what he wanted, and he was determined not to start now. "How did it go?" Bonnie asked eagerly as she climbed into the car, her eyes fixed on Austen with hopeful anticipation. Austen simply shook his head. With a sigh, Bonnie leaned back against the passenger seat, running her fingers through her hair in visible frustration. "What is he thinking?

If he really loves Nyla, he should be by her side, comforting her right now and resolving all those external issues!" Her annoyance was evident. If Nyla hadn't been under such close watch, Bonnie would have whisked her away, already contemplating future divorce proceedings. "What does Nyla think?" Austen asked. Bonnie exhaled deeply, confused by the couple's tumultuous relationship. It seemed they were trapped in a relentless cycle of distress. "Nyla is still trying to make sense of it all." "We should let them sort it out on their own. It's not our place to step in," Austen advised her.

Despite their efforts, nothing seemed to change. Bonnie gave a thoughtful nod, signaling her agreement. Meanwhile, at Maple Villa, Nyla was lying alone on her bed, lost in thought. The door creaked open silently, and soon after, she felt the mattress compress slightly behind her. A warmth emanated from behind her, stirring a mix of tension and unease. She had hoped for a conversation today, maybe even to discuss the nursery. Step into fiction with galnovels . com "Um..." "Bonnie and Austen won't be visiting us anymore," Ethan said. Nyla's heart raced.

"Why?" She pressed her lips together, trying to maintain her composure. Why was he isolating her again? "There's no particular reason. If there's anything you want to learn, I can arrange for tutors to come here," Ethan replied, his tone calm yet commanding. Nyla found his response bitterly ironic. "Ethan, what am I to you?" It was a question she had long wanted to ask. After an extended silence, just as Nyla was about to give up on receiving a reply, Ethan finally spoke. "My lawful wife." "Do you think this is acceptable?

Keeping me confined at home, having me followed whenever I leave, needing your approval for every purchase? Ethan, is this how you see me- as your wife?" Nyla sat up, switching on the bedside lamp. . . .