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

Chapter 59: She had momentarily forgotten that Austen was the head of the cardiovascular department here, a notable position for someone so young in their country-a testament to Austen's exceptional capabilities. "Why not take each other out on a date and give me some quiet?" Nyla suggested playfully, pushing the apple back into Bonnie's hand without taking it. Bonnie's face turned red, and she stuttered, as if the apple might explode. "A date? Who said anything about a date? Not with him, surely. Rest well, Nyla. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, she made a quick exit.

Nyla watched her leave, then turned to Austen with a chuckle, saying, "Seems like you have your work cut out for you in winning her over, Austen." Austen gave a resigned smile. "That's the truth. Take care now, I'll be on my way." "Better hurry, or you'll miss your shot," Nyla teased, sinking back into her pillow comfortably. Her fever had dropped from yesterday's high to a more manageable mild warmth today. As she settled back, a knock at the door made her think Bonnie might have forgotten something. Instead, it was Murray who stepped in. "Why...

why are you here?" she queried, surprised he knew she was unwell. Murray entered, setting down a bouquet of lilies and a fruit basket beside her bed. "I heard you were under the weather, so I thought I'd come and see how you were doing." Noticing Nyla's puzzled look, he took a seat and cheerfully explained, "Your assistant gave me the details when I asked." Nyla remembered she had told Candy about her hospital stay, instructing her to forward the needed documents to her phone. Since they were working on a project with Murray's firm, it wasn't surprising that he got the news from Candy.

Gratefully, Nyla responded with a smile, "I appreciate you visiting, Mr. Wheeler. Thankfully, it's nothing too serious." Murray's face remained steady upon hearing her formal tone, though a hint of coolness flickered in his eyes. Your favorite stories are on gⱯlnσνes․cøm "Why so formal? We're friends, aren't we? Just use my first name." Caught by her own formality, Nyla remembered she was the one who had suggested being friends, so she quickly replied, "Of course, Murray.

I was being unnecessarily formal." "That's more like it," Murray responded, yet his satisfaction wasn't complete, knowing patience was necessary. "Did Ethan and Callie bring you here?" Nyla gave a small nod, careful not to seem too wary. "Give me a chance, Nyla. Unlike Ethan, who's influenced by Callie, I'm different." Murray leaned forward slightly, a subtle scent of cologne wafting around him. They locked eyes as if they were in love. Such a gesture might stir any girl's heart, creating the illusion of affection. However, Nyla's heart remained unmoved.

Murray could see the tranquility in her gaze, feeling a rare hint of defeat that strangely refreshed him. "No need to respond now. I understand. I'll find a new way to express my feelings next time," he said with a casual shrug, pretending indifference. . . .