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

Chapter 436: She looked around the villa, observing that everything was exactly the same as Maple Villa, even appearing more polished than before. The living room was deserted, and as she looked around, she noticed movement in the kitchen. A strange feeling of expectancy rose within her. Despite knowing Hana was no longer there, she found herself reflecting on her time at Maple Villa, a place filled with both distressing and cherished memories, now flooding back. She wished she could remain in those happier times indefinitely.

The very next moment, Ethan appeared, carrying a plate of freshly made eggs, which he set on the table. Nyla observed that the table was already full of breakfast items, including milk, sandwiches, and bacon. "I had someone prepare some of these breakfast items, but I made the sandwiches and eggs myself. Help yourself to whatever you'd like," Ethan responded, exuding the ease of a leisurely morning. Pulling herself from her nostalgic thoughts, Nyla realized it was time to confront the present. "You know how to cook?" she inquired, echoing his informal tone as she took a seat.

"Yes," Ethan responded, nodding. "Care to try?" Nyla didn't hesitate to grab a sandwich and take a bite. "Not bad." "Help yourself to more." The breakfast went more smoothly than Nyla had anticipated. She hadn't expected that Ethan simply meant sharing a quiet meal when he suggested they have breakfast together. The absence of conversation was a relief to her. Once they had finished, Nyla checked the time and replied plainly, "We're done here, so I'll be going now." ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ "I'll drive you," Ethan insisted in a firm tone.

Nyla's expression cooled, losing the warmth it had earlier. "That's not necessary. Mr. Brooks, you agreed to breakfast, not a ride to the office. It's important that we stick to our agreements." Ethan caught her look and noticed her bright eyes no longer held any affection for him. He even detected a touch of estrangement, which unsettled him. He averted his gaze, grabbed the keys, and headed for the door. "You won't find a taxi around here easily.

If you wait here or walk, you might be late for work." He paused at the door, turning back to see Nyla hesitating before she followed him reluctantly. "The vice president of SKT Group... You're always full of surprises," Ethan commented, a trace of jest in his voice. Nyla responded with her eyes closed, "Well, it's been four years. I had to move on, didn't I?" Ethan felt there was a deeper meaning to her words but chose not to press further. At the SKT Group office building, Ethan parked the car. Nyla unfastened her seatbelt and prepared to leave. He reached out and grabbed her hand. . . .