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

Chapter 458: "Ridiculous," she muttered, lightly tapping her forehead. "I must've lost my mind." After wrestling with indecision, she resolved to return. But as she stepped out the door, she saw Ethan already standing outside the house, her phone in hand. She approached him reluctantly. Ethan held out the phone, his gaze unreadable. "Thanks," she said stiffly, snatching it from his hand. She turned on her heel, ready to retreat, but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Who's the little girl on your lock screen?" The evening air brushed gently against their faces, causing Nyla's shirt to ripple with the breeze. The silence of the road was punctuated only by the occasional sound of a car passing by. Her heartbeat seemed almost audible to her. An inner voice urged her to remain composed. Staying calm was crucial; she couldn't let Ethan suspect anything. It was essential that Ethan remained unaware of Charlotte's existence. Under no circumstances.

"This really isn't your concern," Nyla replied, her words measured, as she fought to keep her anxiety under control. Her grip tightened around her phone, her impulse to walk away growing stronger. However, Ethan stood in her way. "What's the matter? Are you frightened? As the vice president of SKT Group, you must have climbed up relying on many shoulders. Whose child is this? Did you stay away for four years because of her? Nyla, are you aware you're committing adultery while still married?" Ethan's rapid-fire questions hit Nyla like a wave.

The distrust he voiced was intensely painful for her. Nyla balled her hands into fists. "My personal life is none of your business, Mr. Brooks. Haven't you had your share of companions over these last four years?" Check exclusive content gαℓησνℓs․com She faced Ethan directly, her gaze firm. "Our marriage was merely a formal agreement. Once that child was no longer in the picture, our relationship was effectively over!" As she spoke, the corners of her eyes reddened, yet she stubbornly held back her tears. Nyla had always carried this hurt deep within her heart.

She could never erase the memory of that day. Her first child had been lost. That was why she saw Charlotte as a precious gift, a second chance, and why she held her so dear. "I'm done talking about the past. I've built my own life. Please, just let me live it," Nyla responded firmly, signaling a definitive break from the past. Her expression was unwavering, her resolve clear despite the pain she felt inside. Ethan regarded her, realizing that his influence over her was diminishing. The girl who once relied on his protection had matured significantly. "Tell me about him. What's he like?

Does he treat you well?" "It doesn't concern you." As they stood, a drizzle began, the raindrops mingling with the tense atmosphere between them. The droplets on their faces seemed to blur the lines of reality. Ethan took off his jacket and stepped forward. Nyla retreated, but instead of following, he placed the jacket over her head. Ethan then walked away without a word. . . .