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

Chapter 45: As she thought she was making headway, she caught Ethan's gaze-void of desire, almost cold. Hesitating, she quickly recomposed herself and leaned in to kiss him. But Ethan was having none of it. He gently pushed her away and stood up, unimpressed by her attempts. "Does the Higgins family really think this is acceptable behavior?" From timid to mortified, Callie's face flushed deeper. "No, Ethan, I...

I thought, given our impending engagement, this was normal-I'm ready for it..." "So you believe showing up uninvited at a man's home late at night to seduce him is normal?" A pang of anxiety hit Callie as she faced Ethan's critical gaze. Ethan's clear displeasure deepened Callie's embarrassment and confusion. Why was he so indifferent to her charms, even resistant, unlike anyone else she'd encountered? Could the rumor be true that Ethan was concealing a secret affair? Apologizing, Callie bowed her head, her fingers nervously intertwined. "I'm sorry, Ethan.

I acted too impulsively." As Ethan moved toward his bedroom, he noticed signs of intrusion. Though deeply annoyed, he restrained his irritation and diverted to the guest room. "You shouldn't just come here whenever you please. Visit only if it's absolutely necessary." "But aren't we soon to be engaged?" Callie raised her voice, her expression showing her reluctance to accept his scolding. Confused by her own missteps, Callie pondered what had gone awry. Since her return, Ethan's demeanor had been consistently courteous, a drastic change from the past. Ethan shot her a cold look.

"As you pointed out, we're considering engagement, but we're not yet committed." LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn glovєl. Reacting sharply to his words, Callie's fingers pressed into her arm, leaving faint red marks. Her anxiety was evident. Ethan continued to the guest room, ignoring her as he left. Callie remained in the living room, staring after him, her facade of innocence momentarily slipping to reveal her frustration. Her fists clenched tightly, and Callie's face was a mask of disappointment. Cursing under her breath, she lamented her near success. Had her efforts been insufficient?

After nearly two weeks, she had seen no progress in her relationship with Ethan, fueling her sense of urgency. This scheme had been her own, although Roger had indeed sent her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to regain her composure. She was determined to find another way, unable to accept Ethan's apparent indifference. The morning following their discussion, Callie took on the full duties of a wife with delight, dressing with care and making a breakfast feast for Ethan.

Ethan, with his usual morning sourness-a fact known only to Nyla-glanced at Callie's lingering presence with a hint of irritation. . . .