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

Chapter 44: "Do you really think I'm unable to move on from her?" Keith's eyebrow arched. In the dimly lit room, Ethan's intense stare sent a chill down his spine. "Ease up with that look, buddy. You're giving me the creeps." Keith rubbed his arms, smiling slightly. "I just think there's something unique about her." Ethan's response was a derisive snort. "There's nothing special about anyone." Keith responded with a playful sneer, "Sure, sure. Let me fetch some of my latest mixtures. And if you're still unhappy, remember, this place is crawling with beauties.

I'll introduce you to someone interesting." "Just go." "Will do." With a nonchalant smile, Keith exited, softly closing the door behind him. His bright purple hoop earrings swung as he moved, a touch of flair in his stride. He couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan might truly be in deep this time. Yet Ethan seemed dismissive of the idea, likely setting himself up for future heartbreak. Ethan lingered in Keith's bar until the clock struck midnight before he decided to leave. Keith coordinated a ride for him. Initially, Ethan gave one address but swiftly reverted to Cloudscape Mansion.

Nearby, Keith just laughed and shrugged. "Still playing it cool, Ethan? Keep that up, and you'll be on your own before long," Keith muttered to himself. Ethan's capacity for liquor was legendary. Despite sampling several of Keith's new offerings, he remained clear-headed. Upon arriving home, he carelessly shed his jacket and loosened his tie, exposing his collarbone. The subtle contour of his chest muscles hinted at an understated sensuality. "Ethan? Have you been drinking?" ᗰσ υ ι ɢ. The gentle inquiry floated from the living room.

Ethan instantly tensed, his demeanor cooling as he fixed his gaze on Callie, clad in a simple camisole. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone cold. Callie was taken aback by his stern tone, rooted to the spot in shock. "Your father thought it would be good for us to get closer, so he sent me here," she stammered, her hands tightly clasped. Despite the house's warmth, the evening's chill made Callie's scant attire seem all the more daring.

Under the soft lighting, her skin took on a rosy tint, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she nervously bit her lip, exuding an air of fragile allure. Her figure was undeniably attractive, and her demeanor seemed to invite intimacy. Yet Ethan's reaction was one of detachment, tinged with distaste. Misreading his discomfort, Callie moved closer and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Ethan, do you feel alright? Maybe I can help?" She inhaled deeply, leaning in and reaching for his shirt buttons while allowing her dress strap to slide off her shoulder, baring more skin. . . .