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

Chapter 430: Now, she felt content. Her career was flourishing, she had Charlotte, and her plans were falling into place. Once she dealt with her father's issues, she could leave this place for good. "Your life? With that man who keeps you? Since you're bold enough to keep a benefactor, why not crawl back to me?" Ethan whispered venomously, taunting her about her past. "Weren't you the one who charmed your way into my bed?" Nyla had believed she was immune to the sting of Ethan's words by now, but that was a miscalculation. His remarks still wounded her deeply.

"Because I find you disgusting. Being anywhere near you disgusts me. Don't flatter yourself thinking I came back for you. Just so you know, I've started a new family and moved on. So, Mr. Brooks, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop harassing me," Nyla replied firmly. This was the only way she could truly escape her past. "So, does he know what pleases you? Can he find all the right spots?" Ethan taunted further, his comments growing more offensive. Nyla had no choice but to endure his words. "As low as you've gone, what if I offered you ten million a month?" he asked mockingly.

Hearing this made Nyla feel suddenly ill. She clutched her chest. "Ethan, you disgust me!" "What? Didn't you feel the same disgust when you first approached me? Why the pretense of detachment now?" Ethan's harsh words cut deep. In his view, she had always been nothing more than a disgrace. Nyla silently ridiculed herself for ever thinking otherwise. "Let me go!" Nyla retaliated, managing to slap Ethan across the face. Read exclusive stories galnovels.c〇m The sound of the slap cut sharply through the passageway of the emergency exit, leaving a tense silence.

"Your presence is so disgusting, I can't bear the thought of returning to our past. Ethan, getting involved with you was the greatest mistake I've ever made." She quickly unlocked the door, massaged her aching jaw, and fled. Directly heading to the restroom, Nyla locked herself in a cubicle and sat on the toilet lid, wrapping her arms around her legs. She had vowed to leave the past behind, yet Ethan's words continued to wound her. A bitter chuckle escaped her. Why did this always happen? Her phone suddenly rang. Wiping away her tears, she saw it was a call from the event coordinator.

"Ella, where are you? You need to be on stage," the coordinator urged. "I'm coming," she replied. After the call, she stood, took a deep breath to steady herself, and left the cubicle. She quickly touched up her makeup and made her way out. . . .