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

Chapter 367: Tears reddened her eyes as she fixed a glare on the man beside her, her pent-up emotions bursting forth. "And that nursery... If you care about our child, why not investigate the incident further? Evidence? Did they need evidence to harass me? Why do you always take their side instead of believing me? If Callie means so much to you, why marry me? Just to degrade me?" Nyla hurled these accusations rapidly, while Ethan observed her with serene detachment, his face devoid of emotion. He seemed as detached as a stranger watching her meltdown.

"Isn't this what you desired?" Ethan replied, his tone still even. Nyla's resolve faltered, her smile turning bitter as tears began to flow. "Well, I regret it now." "Nyla, it's too late. I've already told you, you can't leave me," Ethan said, pulling her into his embrace despite her vigorous resistance. "Don't touch me! If that's how it is, then don't expect an easy life. If you're brave enough, keep me confined forever. I'll find every way to torment you!" Nyla clenched her teeth, vowing to herself.

She had once hoped they could somehow mend their relationship, not imagining they would turn into enemies. Yet now, she decided that if this was their fate, then neither should find peace. Subsequently, Nyla started frequenting clubs and bars, unfazed by the bodyguards always on her tail. Whenever they attempted to intervene, she threatened herself with dangerous objects, rendering them powerless. "Hey there, care to join me for the night?" Nyla flirted, winking at a young man nearby after a few drinks. Surprised, the young man named Pearson Craig turned sharply at the sound of Nyla's voice.

He was immediately struck by her stunning appearance. "Did you call for me?" Pearson asked, pointing to himself with a hint of uncertainty. Feel inspired on gⱯlnσνs．cо It was his first visit to the bar, having just returned to the country. He never expected to meet someone as breathtaking as Nyla, who surpassed any celebrity he had ever encountered. Her beauty was cold yet enticing, her red lips and elegantly curved eyebrows exuding a subtle seduction. Pearson's heart raced as he experienced love at first sight, convinced she was his ideal match. Nyla, slightly tipsy, smiled at Pearson.

"Yes, you. What's your name? Let's be friends, shall we?" Pearson's cheeks reddened, and he replied awkwardly, "I'm Pearson Craig." Nyla chuckled at his discomfort. "Nice to meet you, Pearson. Just call me Nyla. Want to exchange numbers?" Empowered by the alcohol, Nyla radiated a charm that was impossible to ignore. Pearson quickly shared more about himself than he had intended. He couldn't help but notice the silent bodyguards standing behind Nyla, his eyes occasionally meeting theirs. "Who are they?" "Just my husband's bodyguards," Nyla replied casually, almost expecting Pearson's surprise.

"You're... married?" Pearson rose from the sofa, his expression filled with disbelief. He looked at Nyla, struggling to reconcile her flirtatious demeanor with the image of a married woman. . . .