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

Chapter 68: "Nyla, what are you doing over there? Did you spot something even better?" Bonnie's voice startled her. Nyla glanced around, confirming the couple was nowhere to be seen, and replied, "No, I'm coming." After an hour and a half of browsing, they finally chose their outfits for the event. Nyla opted for a different blue gown, a backless design with a matching blue ribbon around the neck, exuding both elegance and allure. Arriving at the venue, Nyla was struck by its sheer size.

Numerous design pieces were on display, and design sketches adorned the walls, immediately capturing her attention. "When do you think your idol will arrive?" Bonnie asked, nibbling on a dessert and scanning the crowd. Nyla, still absorbed in the displayed designs, didn't hear her. Seeing Nyla's focused expression, Bonnie smiled. Just as she picked up a cherry from her plate, she noticed a group of people nearby. Thinking it might be Claire, she stood for a better view and immediately spotted Callie, arm-in-arm with Ethan, looking radiant. Bonnie's face fell.

She didn't want Nyla to witness this unfortunate scene. As she turned to pull Nyla away, she saw that Nyla was already staring in their direction. "Damn it," Bonnie muttered. She walked to Nyla, took her hand, and said, "Don't look. It's bad luck. Let's go somewhere else." Nyla patted Bonnie's hand, reassuring her. "I'm fine. Let's keep appreciating these designs. I don't want to miss meeting my idol because of this, and I don't want to ruin my evening." But deep down, Nyla was heartbroken.

She wondered if the ticket had originally been meant for Callie, and knowing Nyla liked the designer too, perhaps Ethan had prepared hers out of pity. "Are you really okay?" Bonnie asked, her face etched with worry. Nyla attempted a weak smile, but her stomach churned. The moment she'd seen Callie nestled in Ethan's arms, she lost control. Almost fleeing in distress, she doubled over the sink, vomiting repeatedly. The other women in the restroom were startled, and Bonnie, even more alarmed, patted Nyla's back with concern. |∆ŧè$† ¢₳þŧ€яş 1n Ġ∆lπoνεlŞ.cø₥ "Nyla, let's go home.

I'll take you," Bonnie pleaded, her own heart aching with the urge to confront Callie and Ethan. A surprised voice came from behind them. Bonnie, already on edge, turned to see a man she didn't recognize. She scrutinized him cautiously. Unfazed by Bonnie's scrutiny, Murray noticed Nyla's distress and his expression turned concerned. "What's wrong? Still not feeling well?" He approached Nyla and offered her some tissues. Nyla took them, glanced at Murray, and gave a grateful nod. "No, I think I ate something bad. What brings you here?" "Claire's exhibition is a rare opportunity.

I couldn't miss it." Murray had indeed come for the exhibition and hadn't expected to run into Nyla. "I see, and thank you for your concern," Nyla said, wiping her mouth and then washing her hands. She felt slightly better. "Do you need to see a doctor?" Murray asked, his concern evident. . . .