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

Chapter 423: "Understood," Jackson replied succinctly. Later that evening, as the final dish was set on the table, Bonnie was already perched in her seat, fork in hand, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "What a feast! I feel alive again-finally, a break from those dreadful fast-food meals," Bonnie exclaimed dramatically. Nyla chuckled at her theatrics. "What kind of expressions are those?" Bonnie sighed and leaned back. "Well, my café's been bustling lately, but the customers!

Some of them ask the most absurd questions-it's enough to drive anyone up the wall." Ruffling her hair in frustration, she continued, "I told them they might need a therapist, and guess what? They threw a tantrum in the café! Eventually, they got a call and stormed out. Absolute lunatics. Can't I have a break from all these oddballs? My sanity's on the line here!" She slumped over the table dramatically, sighing in mock defeat. Austen gently pulled her upright. "Sounds like they're deliberately stirring up trouble.

Didn't you mention Callie's café is right across from yours?" Bonnie's eyes lit up with sudden realization. "You're right! Nyla, how could I forget? Thanks for jogging my memory, Austen." She leaned forward, clearly energized by the topic. "I didn't mean to open a café across from Callie's-it just happened. But now everyone's coming to my place, and it's driving her up the wall!" Her excitement bubbled over as she continued, "Her manager even came by to argue with me. It was absolutely ridiculous." Nyla raised a curious eyebrow. "And Callie herself? Has she spoken to you?" Bonnie snorted.

"I couldn't be bothered with her. Her café is so dimly lit, it feels like a secret club." Nyla merely smiled, choosing not to dwell on it further. Lɒtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn glovєl.oм After dinner, Bonnie spent some time playing with Charlotte before preparing to leave. Just as Bonnie was about to step out, Nyla hesitated, Ethan's earlier question echoing in her mind. She finally spoke up, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Bonnie, what really happened after I left all those years ago?" Bonnie's smile faltered, her expression betraying the weight of long-buried memories.

Nyla caught the subtle shift, intuiting the gravity of what remained unspoken. "Tell me everything," Nyla prompted, her voice steady despite the tension building in her chest. Her composure masked any trepidation about what she might learn. After a heavy pause, Bonnie gathered her resolve. "The police arrived at my place after your departure abroad. They conducted extensive questioning." She drew a deep breath, meeting Nyla's unwavering gaze. "The villa's surveillance system was destroyed, everything reduced to ashes, leaving no evidence behind.

Stella perished in that inferno, and Theodore Brooks-Stella and Lukas' father-has never ceased pursuing answers. Though no concrete evidence emerged, suspicion fell on you, even after they declared your death. Ethan approached me several times, seeking information about your whereabouts, but I maintained my ignorance." . . .