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

Chapter 63: Bonnie didn't ask any further, instead celebrating with Nyla, knowing how long she had admired that designer without ever managing to secure tickets. When Nyla was ready to leave the hospital, the deals with Crestwave Group and Skycloud Group were finalized, and the studio's annual targets were achieved. She decided to grant her team a few days off. It was the perfect moment for her to take a break and enjoy her upcoming birthday.

"Miss Green, you're just looking for an excuse to take it easy," Alec Herrera teased, lounging at the table and sharing snacks he had scrounged up with others nearby. "Isn't it great to get some time off?" Nyla replied, joining in on the snack feast. "It's fantastic! But you know, it will be Christmas soon. Shouldn't we plan something unique?" Rhett Padilla suggested, his hands rubbing together, a crafty look on his face. Nyla's studio was cozy, home to just eight team members, including herself, composed mainly of her college friends along with Candy, whom she had personally hired.

Nyla could sense their excitement and quickly said, "I'll cover your travel costs." The moment she announced this, the studio burst into excitement, everyone pulling out their phones. "Nyla, you're the best!" "Where should we go? Look up the flights, look up the flights; this is a golden chance!" "I'm going to meet my idol!" "Who's your idol?" "I'm not spilling the beans!" As her team buzzed with plans and excitement, Nyla gathered her belongings to head home. Indeed, she too was gearing up to meet her own idol.

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑlοvєlѕ.сo Before heading home, Nyla stocked up on groceries and drove to Claudine's place. She had offered half of the money she had received from Trevor to Claudine. Despite Claudine's attempts to decline, Nyla had firmly insisted she accept it. "Claudine, I've brought loads of groceries because I'm craving those ribs you cook so well. Could you make them for me?" Nyla called out as she entered and began changing her shoes, but there was no reply.

Confused by the silence, Nyla quickly moved toward the living room, where she discovered Claudine slumped on the sofa, looking distressingly pale. Immediately, Nyla set down the groceries and hurried to Claudine's side, feeling her hands-startlingly cold. "Claudine, are you alright? We need to get you to the hospital," she said, pulling out her phone to call for an ambulance, but Claudine gently stopped her. "It's nothing serious. I just wore myself out with some cleaning and needed a quick rest.

I promise to take it easier." Yet, Nyla's anxiety didn't subside; the fear of losing someone close was too real and raw for her. Seeing the worry etched in Nyla's face, Claudine comforted her by touching her hand. "I apologize for causing you concern. I won't let it happen again." . . .