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

Chapter 456: Nyla immediately suspected this dinner was Franklin's petty way of getting back at her for manipulating him. "Got it," Nyla responded, pressing her hand to her forehead as she felt a headache coming on. Dinner, then? She had a hunch Ethan might attend. Their recent interactions had been infrequent, though he occasionally picked her up after work. She couldn't quite define her feelings about these rides, but they were gradually becoming more tolerable. Her expression showed clear annoyance, signaling her intention to implement stricter boundaries.

Following her workday, Nyla made her way to the designated restaurant. She was shown to a private room by a waiter, where she was surprised to find only Ethan waiting inside. After the waiter silently closed the door, Nyla's frown deepened, yet she chose to sit down across from Ethan. "Mr. Brooks, having trouble keeping personal matters out of business?" Nyla quickly sized up the situation. "It seems the vice president of SKT Group isn't shy with her remarks anymore.

We're still married, but even if we had no marital ties, you shouldn't forget that I'm still your uncle," Ethan said, leaning back and locking his gaze on her intently. In that instant, Nyla felt her heart break. The term of endearment she had once used for solace, which had supported her for three years, now turned into the very thing that cut through her defenses. "There's no familial bond between us, and I've already compensated you for any claims.

There's nothing connecting us now." Nyla's voice lacked its usual steadiness, as old wounds seemed to reopen, the pain more intense than before. "So, you didn't think twice about setting my house on fire to get away? Did you detest that place so much? Or was it me you hated?" Ethan's voice took on a darker tone. New updates in glησvℯs․com Nyla began to speak in defense but soon fell silent, unable to find the words. "And you, Ethan? Didn't you abandon me first?

I never thought you'd bring up old times again after so long." "Who said I..." Ethan attempted to continue, but just then, the meal was served, interrupting him. That ended their conversation. Nyla felt a deep sense of loss. Despite everything, she still harbored some lingering hopes. She inwardly sneered at herself. "So, it's you who's behind Rebirth Studio, isn't it?" Ethan finally broke the prolonged silence with his question. Nyla's earlier question hung in the air, unanswered. Swallowing her emotions like bitter medicine, she composed herself once more.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her chair with an air of detachment. "Mr. Brooks, could you kindly clarify what you mean by that?" Ethan's expression darkened briefly before he reined it in, disliking the cold edge in her tone. "It means exactly what it says. After all this time, you've returned for revenge, haven't you?" . . .