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

Chapter 372: Nyla approached her, pulling at the strap on Veda's shoulder, her voice dropping colder. "Do you really think I'm a pushover? With that outfit, are you tasked with catching a wealthy man's eye? Does Ethan know your plans for him? If he did, do you think you'd still be standing here?" Veda was unaccustomed to such confrontations. She had simply hoped to negotiate. Startled, she stepped back, covering her mouth as tears threatened to spill. "Stop with the fake tears. Even if the bodyguards notice, they won't pity you, nor will they inform Ethan.

And even if they did, Ethan wouldn't care." Nyla gently tapped Veda's cheek, as if to snap her out of her act. "Save your little plots. It's Ethan who can't let go of me, not the other way around." Veda's complexion blanched, and she hastily nodded. "I won't try it again." The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Nyla stirred awake, her head throbbing faintly like a distant drumbeat. She scanned her surroundings, reassured to find herself at home, and sank back into the warmth of her bed.

Though she had indulged in quite a few drinks the previous night, Nyla had managed to steer clear of the hazy realm of blackout chaos or drunken dramatics. Piece by piece, the puzzle of last night clicked into place. Covering her eyes with one hand, she groaned inwardly. "Am I losing my mind?" she muttered, the weight of her impulsive actions pressing on her like an ill-fitting coat. It wasn't guilt per se; she didn't believe she had done anything outright wrong. Rather, it was the messy trail of decisions she'd left behind that gnawed at her. A sudden buzz pulled her out of her thoughts.

Reaching for her phone, she noticed a flurry of messages and missed calls from an unfamiliar number. Her brow furrowed as she opened them. They were all from Pearson. Lᴬtєѕτ chᴀρτєrs ιn glɴovєl.о Nyla hadn't forgotten him but was taken aback to see his persistence. One message read, "Are you alright? I have a friend who specializes in family law. If you need assistance, I can connect you." Another message read, "That jerk didn't harm you, did he? He seems reluctant to divorce, but you've got grounds now.

His infidelity is solid evidence." Scrolling through the messages, Nyla saw nothing but genuine concern. A pang of guilt pricked at her conscience. Pearson had only been a pawn in her game to unsettle Ethan, yet here he was, taking her plight to heart. Quickly, she replied, "I'm fine, thank you for your help yesterday." Satisfied with her brief response, Nyla put her phone down, freshened up, and made her way downstairs. Hana greeted her with breakfast already laid out. "Mrs.

Brooks, does your head still ache?" Hana asked, her voice tinged with concern as she set a steaming bowl of oatmeal before Nyla. "You drank quite a bit last night, so I prepared something light for you." Nyla offered a small smile. "Thank you, Hana. You're thoughtful as always." Hana hesitated, then sighed softly, stepping back. . . .