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

Chapter 469: "Three days will suffice," Jackson said quickly. Acknowledging his response with a nod, Nyla observed Ethan lying unconscious in the bed. She took out her phone to text Candy. Given that Candy had been looking after Charlotte recently, Nyla was reassured about her daughter's care. Candy's immediate callback was unexpected. Nyla walked out of the ward to take the call. "Where are you? If it's a bar or hotel, pardon my interruption." Candy's directness was nothing new.

Realizing she couldn't deceive her friend, Nyla admitted, "I'm with Ethan." "Oh, sparking up an old romance, are we?" Candy's tone dripped with sarcasm. "What mess have you gotten yourself into now?" "It's a long story, too tangled to dive into right now, and not what you might think," Nyla said, massaging her temples. Explaining that Ethan was injured and that his colleague had persuaded her to care for him was more than she was willing to disclose at the moment. Candy's likely reaction would be less than supportive. Although things weren't much better now.

"So, you'll spill the beans when you're both cozied up in bed, I assume. Just be cautious." With that, Candy ended the call. Nyla pocketed her phone and walked into Ethan's ward. A faint glow from the moon spilled into the room, softening the shadows. Nyla collapsed onto the sofa bed, her fingers instinctively tapping away on her phone. Ethan's VIP hospital room held every luxury imaginable, offering comforts comparable to an opulent presidential suite in a five-star hotel. She scrolled aimlessly on her phone before glancing up at the man resting in the hospital bed.

The silver light from the moon highlighted the crisp white of his blanket, creating a tranquil, dreamlike atmosphere. A memory rushed back to her mind. There was a time when she had fallen ill, and Ethan would sometimes sit quietly on the couch nearby, keeping watch over her throughout the long nights. On nights when her fever raged, she often became incoherent and acted like a child. Ethan, though awkward with words of comfort, always ensured that whatever she needed was waiting for her when she woke up.

Stay updated with gⱯlnσvℯs․com Over the span of three years, Ethan had quietly woven himself into every corner of her life. She found herself unable to fully escape or let go of his presence. Nyla believed this was Ethan's way of punishing her, but deep down, she also knew she wasn't ready to move on. Now, their circumstances had reversed. Ethan lay motionless in the hospital bed, and she, his former wife, found herself in this unfamiliar role. No matter how she looked at it, it felt strangely surreal. "What am I supposed to do now?" she whispered under her breath.

The quiet night took a sudden turn when Ethan's body burned with a fever. The medical team, always prepared for emergencies, arrived swiftly after being alerted. It was then Nyla learned the truth-Ethan had been shot in the shoulder and bore deep knife wounds across his waist. The sight was both horrifying and unreal. She had known for years that some of Ethan's ventures were risky, especially those involving international dealings. Ethan had always straddled the line between legitimate and shadowy enterprises. . . .