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

Chapter 50: "Have you suggested we're finished?" Ethan replied, his tone cold. Taking a deep breath, Nyla turned back and resettled on the sofa, spreading the drafts out again and addressing Ethan's previous concerns. "Regarding the cuffs, you're correct, Mr. Brooks. Adjustments will be made. However, the hem meets current fashion standards. Do you see anything else that needs reworking?" "This section doesn't match the 'Romance' theme," Ethan said. Nyla took a moment to consider Ethan's point, her response softer than earlier. "Indeed, you're correct; it's an oversight on my part.

I will rectify it." As their discussion unfolded, Callie, feeling more like an awkward bystander than part of the conversation, clenched the tray she was holding, clearly disturbed by the interaction. Ethan and Nyla's rapport seemed effortlessly natural. This observation struck Callie, heightening her sense of caution. She resolved that Nyla needed to leave. By the time they finished addressing the project details, it was already midday. Nyla planned to leave for lunch but was stopped by a call from Murray. Casting a nervous glance at Ethan, she tried to appear calm as she took the call. "Mr.

Wheeler." "Miss Green, could you join me for lunch?" Murray's voice carried just enough for Ethan to overhear. After a brief hesitation, Nyla answered, "Yes, I'll be there shortly." She began to gather her belongings, preparing to leave, when Callie chimed in playfully, "Heading out to meet Mr. Wheeler from Skycloud Group, Nyla? His voice sounded like Murray's." A wave of apprehension swept over Nyla, fearing Ethan's reaction, but she quickly reminded herself of his impending engagement to Callie, assuming he wouldn't be concerned with her lunch plans.

Updates loaded at gσvs.co "Yes." "Nyla, it's impressive how well you've connected with someone like Mr. Wheeler from Skycloud Group." Callie's tone carried a weighty implication, causing Nyla to frown. It was merely a professional meeting, though she felt no need to clarify. Ultimately, it was irrelevant to them. "Ethan, it's lunchtime. I've been craving the crab roe noodles from Old Time Restaurant. They make the best ones. Remember how much we used to enjoy them?" Callie's voice floated softly behind Nyla, soon followed by Ethan's resonant reply.

"If that's what you'd like, I'll take you." This thoughtful gesture was something Nyla had never experienced from Ethan. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, banishing these thoughts, and departed with her drafts without a backward glance. Upon her arrival, Nyla was immediately struck by the opulence surrounding the venue. Securing a table at this esteemed restaurant typically required a two-month wait. When she spotted Murray, already waiting for her, she managed a sheepish grin. . . .