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

Chapter 385: "Mmmph?" Benson gurgled, utterly confused. Ethan placed his glass gently on the table, leaning back in his chair, his mind unexpectedly wandering to Benson's careless words. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. The number on the screen made him pause-Veda. He had given her this number for convenience, and he had a task for her to complete. He answered the call. "Mr. Brooks, he drank too much today... and said too many things from the past. Could you come pick me up? I can't leave," Veda whispered through the phone.

Ethan's brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent, his mind turning the situation over. Benson, noticing the shift in the air, glanced over curiously and read the name on the phone. "Veda? Is she your new lover?" he asked without a hint of hesitation. Keith and Jameson froze, their eyes widening. Simultaneously, they yanked Benson down onto the sofa, smothering his head with a pillow. "Hey! What the hell? Let me go!" Benson squirmed. Ethan, unfazed, responded coldly, "I'll send Jackson to pick you up," before abruptly hanging up.

On the other end, Veda sat in the dim, fragrant steam of the bathroom, her smooth skin glowing softly against the mist. She gripped her phone with trembling fingers, the stranger's words still echoing in her mind. A new lover? Explore stories on gⱯσν.cоm Was that Ethan's friend speaking? Did his friends know about her? Did this mean something more? Had Ethan harbored feelings for her all along, but couldn't express them due to his marriage? Her pulse quickened, and a shy smile tugged at her lips as she clutched her chest. So, there was still a chance.

With newfound resolve, she gripped her phone tighter, ready to seize whatever opportunity lay ahead. Jackson arrived to pick up Veda. Fresh from a wash, she appeared fragile and alluring, her eyes twinkling with joy, which caused Jackson's expression to darken slightly. It was clear she hadn't lost hope. He escorted Veda to Cloudscape Mansion, where Ethan was already in the living room, waiting. Upon spotting Ethan, Veda's eyes shimmered with admiration. Ethan was dressed in a black shirt with embroidery, casual yet sophisticated, lending him an air of authority.

The clasp design was Nyla's own creation, a subtle detail that revealed she had designed the shirt, though only a few were aware of it. . . .