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

Chapter 397: She shook her head and let out a sigh before saying, "Wake up. Have you had anything to eat? Let's go grab some dinner." Candy, rubbing her eyes and yawning, replied, "Weren't you supposed to work late? It's only eight; you're back already." Nyla dressed Charlotte and helped her put on her shoes. "Franklin let me leave early today." "Really? The relentless businessman found his heart. That's unusual." Candy stretched leisurely. Nyla nodded in agreement. "Exactly.

Let's go out; I have something to discuss with you." Candy, sensing the gravity in her tone, then suggested, "If you don't want to continue, just tell him you're resigning. You've saved enough over the years." Nyla appreciated Candy's concern. Over the past four years, Candy had been her main support. When Nyla first went abroad, Candy had covered all expenses, even more so when she learned Nyla was expecting. Candy had been her primary caretaker. That was why Nyla had strived to secure a stable income-not only to repay Candy but also to ensure a stable future for herself and Charlotte.

"Franklin has appointed me as regional vice president for SKT Group in Ulares. I have accepted the position," Nyla said. "What was your destination again?" Candy looked troubled as she gazed at Nyla, her expression shadowed by discontent. A wave of nervousness washed over Nyla. Her earlier words had been bold, yet now anxiety began to set in. The mood in the living room turned tense. From the couch, Charlotte looked toward them.

She extended her tiny hand, pulling at Candy's dress, pleading softly, "Candy, please don't be upset." ℒ@₸€Ş⟆ ¢ⱨ∆₱₸ɆŘŞ î₦ gąlnoveℓs.cø Candy's irritation melted away in the face of Charlotte's endearing appeal. "She's a little one with a keen sense for the mood," Candy replied, tapping Charlotte lightly on the forehead. Charlotte clasped Candy's fingers, beaming. "Mm!" "See, even Charlotte wants you to calm down," Nyla added. With a resigned sigh, Candy responded, "I'll speak with Franklin tomorrow. How long are you away?" "A year, at most," Nyla answered.

Candy was quiet for a moment before her resolve hardened. "I'm ready to confront Franklin now." "It's only a year; it will fly by. Besides, Franklin mentioned I could return earlier if I finish the task ahead of schedule," Nyla said, trying to sound hopeful though she felt unsure. "Maybe I'll be back in six months." Candy stayed quiet. Later, the three went to dinner, and neither Candy nor Nyla revisited the discussion. Charlotte sat cheerfully in the car, occasionally peering out the window.

Candy looked over at her and laughed, then asked Nyla, who was driving, "Are you planning to take Charlotte along?" . . .