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

Chapter 51: "Apologies for my delay. I hope the wait wasn't too dull?" Sitting comfortably, Murray observed Nyla's rushed, rosy complexion. Her look today was subtly enhanced by minimal makeup, giving her an air of tranquility. With a playful grin, Murray replied, "Waiting for you could fill an eternity. You're looking stunning, as always." Caught off guard by his flattery, Nyla hesitated, her water glass halfway to her lips. After a brief pause, she responded with a soft smile, "That's very kind of you, Mr.

Wheeler." Murray's attire was notably relaxed-he wore a beige turtleneck adorned with a silver butterfly brooch, which highlighted his gentle presence. His expressive eyes rested on Nyla with a quiet intensity. Feeling slightly out of her element under such attention, Nyla shifted uncomfortably. "Mr. Wheeler, is there something specific you'd like to discuss?" Murray's face lit up with a knowing smile. "I thought we might explore the topic of romance," he suggested smoothly. "Excuse me?" Nyla's response was tinged with confusion and curiosity.

The room filled with the mellow sounds of violin and piano, and the candlelit ambiance added an intimate layer to their encounter. Murray chuckled at her bewildered expression. Ethan, it seemed, had found someone truly remarkable but failed to appreciate her fully. "My intentions are quite clear-I aim to win your heart." A hint of color rose in Nyla's cheeks. Admirers were not new to her, but Murray's boldness was unprecedented. Still, her heart was already spoken for. "Mr. Wheeler, I don't think I can meet your expectations.

But I believe we can be wonderful friends," she said, turning down his romantic advances with both clarity and grace. Murray raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. He had anticipated this response, yet Nyla's firmness caught him off guard. "Could Ethan be the reason?" galnovels . com is your storytelling hub "Not entirely. There are things in life that are unchangeable, and no effort can alter their outcome," Nyla murmured, her gaze dropping. Her choice to meet Murray would surely strain her relationship with Ethan. What was she to do?

As long as Ethan remained in her life, it was impossible for her to consider anyone else. "To our newfound friendship, then," Murray said, expertly balancing the push and pull, as he lifted his glass in her direction. Relieved, Nyla joined him, her glass meeting his with a soft clink. Elsewhere, at the Old Time Restaurant, Ethan sat brooding over the image of Nyla with Murray, his heart seething with unresolved fury. He contemplated ways to punish her for her defiance.

Callie, who had been accompanying Ethan since their departure from the company, noticed the dark clouds hovering over his mood. She tightened her grip on her fork, fully aware that Nyla was at the center of the storm. "Is something wrong with the meal, Ethan?" she inquired with concern. "No," Ethan replied, snapping back to the present as he eyed Callie's nearly empty plate. "Have you had enough? Let's leave if you're satisfied." . . .