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

Chapter 49: In the lounge, Nyla perched on the couch, meticulously going over the design drafts, each detail echoing Ethan's earlier criticisms. Her face showed clear signs of irritation. Had she not been wary of offending Ethan, she might have tossed the drafts at him in defiance. As the lounge door swung open, Nyla's eyes lifted to meet Ethan's steady, piercing look and his usual composed expression. Ethan's rarity in smiling and his calm demeanor lent him a mysterious allure.

A memory flashed through Nyla's mind of a night when Ethan had let go of his usual reserve, passionately embracing her, a vivid contrast to his current reserved state. Back then, Ethan's affection seemed genuine. Caught up in her thoughts, Nyla quickly averted her eyes as the door clicked shut, isolating them. Nyla's brow furrowed slightly. What did his actions imply now? Addressing him formally, she said, "Mr. Brooks, I've gone through the details you pointed out. There appears to be no discrepancies." She shifted away subtly, putting physical distance between them.

Ethan picked up on her movement, leaning back with his legs crossed, an uneasy feeling stirring within him. "We used to be comfortable much closer. What's making you pull away now? Is it possible... you're still holding onto feelings for me?" Nyla's face heated up at his words. How dare he suggest such a thing? She slammed the drafts down in front of him. "Mr. Brooks, we're supposed to be focusing on these details!" "I'm really not in the right frame of mind to discuss this at the moment." Lɒtєst ϲhptєrs ιn glnovеℓ.

"Ethan, are you serious right now?" Nyla's gaze burned with anger, her fury unmistakable. Clutching her design drafts, her features hardened into an expression of defiance as she readied herself to depart. Having been wronged just yesterday and mistreated by Ethan, Nyla felt her tolerance for such humiliation diminishing. Just as Ethan extended a hand to detain her, the lounge door swung open. Callie entered, balancing two cups of coffee, only to catch Nyla's seething demeanor. Surprised by Callie's unexpected presence, Nyla's initial shock quickly gave way to a sharp pang of bitterness.

Had he already positioned his fiancée so close? Silently, Nyla stared at Ethan, her fingers clenching around the drafts, then relaxing as she inwardly scorned her own naive emotions. He had never truly valued her. "Nyla, you're the designer everyone mentioned. What's the issue here? Is there something unresolved?" Callie inquired, looking from one to the other. Her tone was naturally comfortable as she set the coffee down. This familiarity in her voice, as if she were the owner of this place, only added to Nyla's discomfort. Before Ethan could respond, Nyla interjected, "Mr.

Brooks, unless you have more to critique, I should be going." . . .