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

Chapter 57: Callie misinterpreted Nyla's silence as jealousy and felt a smug satisfaction, continuing to needle her subtly. "I'm going to head to the restroom," Nyla said, excusing herself, and hurried off. She leaned against the restroom sink, splashing her face with cold water to gain some clarity. Honestly, Nyla felt stung, especially seeing Callie so close to Ethan, who seemed comfortable with the intimacy. They appeared as if they had been a couple for years. And Nyla? Her connection with Ethan was confined to fleeting moments of intimacy in bed.

"You're sick, aren't you aware?" Ethan's firm voice came from behind her. Startled, she turned, her dizziness overwhelming her balance. Ethan was by her side in an instant, catching her as she faltered. As he touched her forehead, the heat from her skin confirmed her fever. Wrapped in his arms, Nyla's voice was tinged with distress. "Ethan, I'm feeling really awful." Ethan rushed Nyla to the hospital. After being diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis accompanied by a severe fever, Nyla was required to stay in the hospital for three days. "I'm so sorry, this is all on me.

If I hadn't pushed for Nyla to come to lunch, she wouldn't be suffering like this," Callie expressed, standing off to the side with a look of sincere regret. She was taken aback by Nyla's sudden illness and felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched Ethan carry Nyla out of the restaurant. She speculated that Nyla might have orchestrated her illness to gain Ethan's attention, possibly as retribution for her earlier reminiscences about her past with Ethan.

Your next favorite is on gⱯlnσνs．o Despite her suspicions, Callie held back her anger, remembering they were supposed to maintain a friendly appearance. "Maybe you should head home, Ethan. I can stay and look after her," Callie suggested, hoping to atone for her earlier insistence, as she took a seat beside Nyla's bed. Nyla, appearing feverishly red and visibly uncomfortable, lay in the hospital bed, causing Ethan to feel an unusual pang of concern. "There's no need for that. I will stay with her," a new voice interrupted as the door opened abruptly.

Bonnie walked in, her expression stern but worried as she eyed Nyla's weakened state. Facing Ethan, she added with a touch of challenge, "You're Mr. Brooks, right? Thanks for bringing Nyla here, but now you and your companion should leave." Though often out of the country, Bonnie had heard of Ethan's ruthless methods. Despite her fear of such a character, she now felt a strong distaste for how he treated Nyla. How was it possible for him, about to be engaged, to remain so involved with Nyla? . . .