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

Chapter 403: During the meal, Callie occasionally looked at Ethan and deliberately served him. "Try this; it's your favorite." Ethan acknowledged her with a nod but left the food she served untouched, leaving Callie to nurse a tinge of disappointment. Despite the years, their relationship remained neutral, never evolving beyond polite familiarity. "Ethan, I have to tell you, those things happened years ago. You've already punished Theodore's family enough. It's time to move on," Ryland said, loosened up a bit by alcohol.

"My personal matters aren't your concern," Ethan responded, his voice calm and detached. "Why shouldn't I care? I'm your older brother," Ryland replied, unable to hold back his response. "Do I really need to remind you of what you've done, Ryland?" Ethan's words silenced Ryland immediately. Over the years, his extramarital affairs had damaged the Brooks family's reputation, and with Nelson seemingly having found some evidence, Ryland had no choice but to keep his actions in check. Ethan set his fork down.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." "Mommy, I need to use the restroom," Charlotte whispered softly. Nyla placed her fork aside, untied Charlotte's bib, and lifted her from the chair. "I'll take you." "Let me go with her. I need to use the restroom too," Bonnie added, approaching Charlotte. "Come on, sweetie, let's go." Bonnie led Charlotte to the restroom, while Austen, observing Nyla, calmly added a piece of fish to his plate. "Did the company organize this trip, or did you choose to come back yourself?

After all this time, does Charlotte know anything about her father?" Find what you love at gⱯlnσνℓs․com Nyla's smile stiffened, and her expression gradually sobered as she shook her head. "The company scheduled it. I don't want Charlotte to be aware of her father, and there's no need for her to be." "Are you scared?" Austen asked pointedly. Nyla hesitated significantly before nodding. "But I have all of you, and besides, I'm not who I was before. I won't let myself be hurt over someone else again." "Allow me to handle this alone, Bonnie.

I'm quite capable," Charlotte patted Bonnie on the shoulder, her gentle touch signaling to be set down. A look of playful surprise appeared on Bonnie's face as she lifted an eyebrow. "Is that so? You think you're ready to tackle everything on your own?" Bonnie responded, gently setting Charlotte on the floor. Charlotte stood firm, hands on her hips, her posture bold. "Yes, I must! Protecting Mommy is my duty, so I must learn all I can!" Bonnie bent down to meet Charlotte's gaze, affectionately stroking her hair.

"Indeed, our little Charlotte is quite the protector," Bonnie replied, her tone warm. . . .