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

Chapter 457: "So, you're here as Callie's loyal messenger, to warn me on her behalf?" Nyla's chuckle was tinged with bitter amusement. This wasn't the first time she had faced such a situation, and with each instance, the disappointment etched in her heart only deepened. "You're no match for the Higgins family." Ethan's gaze bore into her, each word a hammer blow against Nyla's already fragile heart. "And so what? What does that have to do with you?" Nyla snapped, clenching her teeth as she forced herself to remain composed.

Time and again, Ethan had chosen to shield others, leaving her to fend for herself. She wondered fleetingly if Charlotte would ever feel truly happy, knowing a father like Ethan was hers. Their eyes locked, the air thick with unspoken tension, each silently daring the other to back down. Finally, Ethan stood and approached her. Nyla instinctively shifted, ready to retreat, but before she could, Ethan's hand closed around hers. "Running away again? Don't you want to know what this has to do with me?" he murmured, his voice low and provocative.

With a gentle pull, he brought her crashing into his chest. The sudden intimacy churned up a storm of emotions neither was prepared for. Leaning closer to her ear, Ethan spoke deliberately, each word hanging like a sword between them. "By law, I am your husband. By name, I am still your uncle." "You and I are nothing, Ethan," Nyla hissed, her voice laced with defiance. "We're fated to be enemies." "Enemies, you say?" Ethan's gaze burned into hers. "Then show me how you deal with your so-called enemy." His hand moved to her waist, the subtle gesture igniting a cascade of sensations.

That day, Nyla wore high-waisted white suit pants and a sleek black halter top, a combination that showcased her elegance and strength. With the faintest touch, Ethan's fingers grazed her soft chest, igniting a fire of outrage in her veins. Nyla's face turned crimson, a mixture of fury and embarrassment. She raised her hand to push him away. |∆t€$† ¢н∆ρŧεґš ¡и glovєl.om Ethan, unfazed, gazed into her fiery eyes. Unexpectedly, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly, his voice carrying an unfamiliar tenderness.

For a moment, both froze, stunned by his actions. Ethan hadn't intended for the words-or the kiss-to escape him. Keith's earlier words flitted through his mind, leaving him to wonder if they had struck a nerve he wasn't ready to face. As for Nyla, she stood frozen, struggling to reconcile her swirling emotions. When she finally moved, it was to push him away in bewilderment. "You... you can continue the dinner on your own," she stammered, grabbing her bag and fleeing before he could say another word.

Ethan's tenderness was a memory she had long buried, yet now, feeling it again, her heart betrayed her. It pounded in her chest like a trapped bird seeking escape. She hadn't expected to be swayed by him once more. Why? Why now? Reaching her car, Nyla slipped inside and slammed the door, her thoughts a swirling storm of confusion. She drew in a deep, shaky breath before starting the engine. Upon returning home, however, realization struck like a bolt of lightning-she had left her phone behind in her frantic escape. . . .