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

Chapter 384: "Regarding that night at the bar, I was intoxicated, and I apologize if I gave the wrong impression," she said earnestly. "Moreover, I'm married. Whether or not my marriage continues, I'm not looking to explore any romantic possibilities." Pearson stood still, momentarily at a loss. He had been the one to reject other girls' confessions of love. This was the first time he was facing such outright rejection, and he struggled to cope with his emotions. "And what about the future?" Pearson persisted, not ready to back down.

"I can wait." Nyla shook her head, dashing any lingering hopes. "There won't be a future, either." Pearson's shoulders sank, his optimism fading into a look of sadness. He had arrived hopeful, only to leave with his hopes thoroughly subdued. Nyla reclined in the back seat of the car, her eyes fluttering shut as she sought a brief respite. She knew well enough that she could keep in contact with Pearson, manipulate him, and turn the tables on Ethan. But, despite the temptation, exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders.

At the villa, Nyla collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling with a soft, inaudible sigh. Her emotions were tangled, elusive. Beyond the fact that someone now trailed her every step, Ethan had loosened his grip on her freedom. For a fleeting moment, Nyla found herself lost in the riddle of what Ethan truly desired. Meanwhile, at Night Charm, the table groaned beneath the weight of empty bottles. Keith felt a pang of regret for the liquor wasted, yet with Benson in the mix, all he could do was endure. Benson raised his glass in a mock toast, his voice loud with excitement.

"I just wrapped up a film, and so much has happened! Will Ethan's wife run off?" gαℓησνs․com is your gateway to fiction Keith rolled his eyes as he casually flicked a lighter at Benson's forehead. "Ouch! What the hell, Keith?" Benson winced, rubbing his forehead. Jameson, ever the steady presence, pulled Benson back down, eyeing his forehead and speaking with quiet disdain. "You're lucky Ethan didn't put you in your place." Benson clutched a pillow to his chest, looking like a child ready to cry. "I'm in the business of looking good, Keith. You're too much." Keith rolled his eyes again.

"I'm saving your life." Ethan remained silent, his mood as dark as the storm clouds that gathered on a distant horizon. The other three were left adrift in the stillness, unsure how to cut through the tension. It was obvious that Nyla's name was the unspoken weight on Ethan's mind. "If she wants to leave, let her go." Benson shrugged nonchalantly. "Countless women would sell their souls to be in her shoes, marrying Ethan. She's being completely ungrateful." Keith shook his head, his gaze thick with disappointment. "Benson, you're a fool." Jameson swiftly placed a hand over Benson's mouth. . .

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