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

Chapter 62: She allowed herself to drink, resting against Ethan's chest. His familiar scent wrapped around her, soothing her slowly. Despite knowing better, she found herself drawn even closer to him. "Stop being so stubborn," Ethan finally said, his voice shedding its cold tone to reveal a touch of resignation. Illness had stripped Nyla of her usual resilience. Her stoic exterior easily gave way, allowing tears to escape before she even noticed. She felt deeply aggrieved at the slightest upset. Resting against Ethan's chest, her emotions surged.

In the shadows, she bit his lip-not in affection, but in a plea to show him her pain. Yet, Ethan's response was overpowering. He responded with a kiss that was fierce and possessive, bridging the gap of their recent distance. Under the intensity of his embrace, Nyla's fevered skin burned even more fiercely. Despite the heat, the comfort of his arms was too compelling to resist. For once, she let herself fully give in. Their prolonged absence from each other left Nyla unusually responsive, heightening her sensitivity, which made their reconnection painful. Nyla cried out from the discomfort.

"Ethan... it hurts. You're being too rough." Her vulnerability was heightened, her tears quick to flow from even minor pain, as she lamented his harshness. Ethan found himself in a delicate situation, eager to enter her fully while mindful of her emotions. "You're really delicate," he murmured, holding her more tenderly. His actions softened considerably, attuned to every shift in her emotions, waiting until her desire built before he resumed. The room filled with the sounds of labored breaths and muffled cries.

Any passerby in the hall, listening closely, might discern the couple's synchronized movements, wrapped in each other's embrace. Fresh content live on gαℓησvls․cøm The aftermath of her indulgence was that Nyla woke up with a fever again, and by then, Ethan had already departed. Bonnie, channeling her inner detective, was obsessively trying to figure out the cause of Nyla's fever, grilling her about her activities and diet from the day before. Too embarrassed to admit that she had spent the night with Ethan, Nyla nervously fabricated an excuse.

"I think I might have caught a chill last night." Bonnie gave her a skeptical look but was distracted when she spotted a pair of tickets on the table. Picking them up, she realized they were for a creative exhibition by Nyla's favorite designer. "Nyla, I thought you said the tickets to this exhibition were sold out? How did you get them?" Bonnie asked, handing them over with a burst of excitement. "This is fantastic! You'll get to meet your idol on your birthday!" As Nyla remembered Ethan asking what she wanted for her birthday, she realized he must have arranged the tickets.

"Yeah," she responded, her eyes softening as she looked at the tickets. "A friend surprised me with these for my birthday. It looks like it's going to be a great day." . . .