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

Chapter 422: Nyla paused, slightly taken aback. "Why do you want him to court me?" "Because all the handsome men should be Mommy's! I want to find the best one for you," Charlotte said with wide, innocent eyes. "I can't protect you yet, Mommy, so I need to find someone who can. When I grow up, I'll tell him he can leave." Nyla couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Charlotte was only three, yet her words were already so fearless. Charlotte maintained a serious expression. "If he's nice to you, he can stay." Nyla's heart filled with warmth as she stroked Charlotte's hair.

"My dear, having you is all Mommy needs." "But he's really, really handsome!" Charlotte continued, convinced of her argument. Nyla tapped Charlotte's forehead gently, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, you're drawn to his looks, aren't you?" Charlotte covered her forehead, letting out a series of melodious, playful yelps that made her all the more endearing. The room bubbled with laughter, filling every corner with warmth. When Bonnie and Austen walked in, they were greeted by the sight of Charlotte clutching a small blanket, her giggles lighting up the room.

"Ah, looks like someone's all better now. Let me examine you, my little darling," Bonnie cooed as she approached. Bonnie sat down on the bed, and Charlotte, ever obedient, straightened up to let her examine her more closely. After a thorough inspection, Bonnie nodded approvingly. "Hmm, not bad at all. My Charlotte is as stunning as ever." Austen reached out to feel Charlotte's forehead, confirming her recovery. "She's fine now. We can probably take her home this afternoon." Stay updated gⱯlnσνes․com Nyla agreed. "The doctor mentioned the same.

I'll take care of the discharge paperwork." "Perfect," Bonnie said with a smile. "I'm not busy today, and Austen's off work. We can bring Charlotte home together." "Sounds good. Let's head to my place-I'll cook dinner," Nyla said, her mind already brimming with ideas for the menu. Bonnie and Austen exchanged nods of agreement. By afternoon, Charlotte was ready to leave the hospital. Nyla carried the little one in her arms while Bonnie and Austen walked close behind. As Nyla stepped aside to handle the discharge paperwork, Austen took Charlotte to the car, with Bonnie tagging along.

Not far from the hospital, a sleek Maybach sat parked. Inside, a man observed them with unwavering intensity. His gaze lingered on Nyla, following her every movement until they disappeared from sight. "Look into that child. Find out if Austen and Bonnie are her parents," Ethan's voice turned icy, sending a chill through Jackson, who sat in the driver's seat. Jackson had been puzzled about why Ethan had come to the hospital that day, but after spotting Nyla, everything clicked into place. . . .