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

Chapter 417: Concerned about her hunger, Bonnie had prepared fresh noodles. As the afternoon wore on, amidst the rush of customers, Bonnie's attention had been divided. The sight of the untouched noodles finally triggered her concern. She discovered Charlotte slumped against the sofa, her skin radiating heat, her face flushed with fever. Without hesitation, Bonnie had driven straight to the hospital. "I failed to watch her properly." Bonnie's voice trembled with remorse.

"The surge of customers consumed my attention, and she was so quiet, I mistook her stillness for peaceful rest." Nyla tenderly caressed Charlotte's warm cheek, shaking her head. "The oversight was mine. I underestimated how challenging a new environment could be for her." Memories of Charlotte's recent behavior flooded back. Each morning, she'd wave goodbye with promises of good behavior. Every evening, she'd nestle against Nyla's shoulder, sweet and undemanding. These subtle signs of insecurity had gone unnoticed, masked by her daughter's premature maturity. "Don't worry too much.

The IV will help her recover," Bonnie offered reassuringly. "Yes," Nyla agreed softly. "She's always been too understanding, keeping her feelings locked away." As if summoned by their voices, Charlotte's eyes fluttered open. "Mommy..." she whispered. "I'm right here, sweetheart." Nyla squeezed her tiny hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry I wasn't more attentive." Charlotte managed a weak shake of her head. "You're perfect, Mommy. I love you most of all." Your next adventure is at g al n ovels . con Her gaze drifted to Bonnie.

"I love Bonnie too." "Once you're better, we'll visit the amusement park together," Bonnie promised, stroking Charlotte's hair with tender affection. A smile brightened Charlotte's pale face as she nodded. The health scare kept Nyla rooted by Charlotte's bedside. Only Bonnie's persistent urging convinced her to consider dinner. "You need strength in case her fever spikes tonight," Bonnie reasoned. "You're right," Nyla conceded. She kissed her sleeping daughter's forehead before stepping out. Lost in thought, she rounded the corner and collided with someone.

"I apologize," she murmured, steadying herself against the wall, her head bowed as she tried to continue on her path. A firm grasp caught her hand. "Nyla?" Ethan's rich, magnetic voice resonated through the corridor. Her body tensed as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, searching eyes. Panic surged through her veins as she responded, "Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else." . . .