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

Chapter 369: "Mr. Brooks, what's the issue?" she asked, noticing that Ethan's attention was fixed on something. Turning her gaze to follow his, she spotted a man and a woman seated together in a nearby booth. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful; her gaze locked onto them with a cool detachment. Veda instinctively shrank back. She had always been recognized as beautiful and had never been disliked, even from childhood onward. Even when she entered Louis' gang, her fresh appearance had consistently attracted protection and favor. However, this woman was different.

Her beauty was neither fragile nor excessively bold. She possessed a timeless, mysterious charm, with a smile that could captivate anyone-a smile that could launch a thousand ships. In that instant, Veda felt confined in her presence, unable to even consider herself beautiful. "You go in alone," Ethan commanded, his voice colder now, almost tinged with anger. Veda was puzzled, but she nodded and made her way to the designated private room. Driven by curiosity, she didn't enter right away; instead, she hid close by.

She observed as Ethan walked up to the woman, pulled her to her feet, and placed an arm around her waist. "What are you doing?" Pearson asked, his frown marking his displeasure. "Apologies, my wife's had a bit too much to drink. I need to take her home," Ethan reluctantly explained, his need to assert ownership compelling him to declare Nyla as his wife. Pearson was unimpressed, sneering, "So you're the guy, huh? You seem respectable, but who would have guessed you're unfaithful? That woman earlier-she's your mistress, isn't she? Sent her off when you got caught?" "That's right.

She's your new mistress, isn't she? Maybe you should introduce us," Nyla added with uncharacteristic boldness. Normally reserved, the alcohol loosened her tongue, emboldening her to speak out. M๏гє ยק๔คՇєร ןภ ɢคlภ๏שєlร.ς๏๓ Ethan tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her in close. "Unfaithful? Is that your take?" "Isn't it obvious?" Nyla replied, her tone cold. "Let her go. Why not bring your mistress here? Scared you'd be caught cheating?" Pearson, having seen Veda with Ethan earlier, naturally concluded she was Ethan's mistress. "Did you hear that?

Let me go," Nyla said with a smirk, maintaining her poise despite the ache in her heart. "Mr. Brooks, did you miss what I said?" "I am her lawful husband. What gives you the right to intervene?" Ethan's gaze fixed on Pearson, his eyes darkening with intensity. Had he not been here for a work-related event, Ethan might have sharply rebuked the impudent young man. Anger colored Pearson's cheeks. "How can you even claim that? You've been unfaithful without any remorse, yet you speak of being a lawful husband! Is this fair to Nyla?

After everything disgusting you've done, you still think no one should criticize you?" Ethan dismissed these accusations as mere echoes of Nyla's words, which didn't bother him in the slightest. Yet, the sight of Nyla drinking alone with another man made him think his earlier reprimands had been too lenient. . . .