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

Chapter 72: "How did it go? Did Claire agree to take you under her wing?" Callie dropped her carefully maintained composure, nearly throwing her phone in frustration. "Agree? Agree to what? You said she liked me! She was giving me attitude from the moment I arrived and practically tried to kick me out!" If she weren't concerned about being seen in such a state, she would have relished the opportunity to give that old woman a piece of her mind. "That's impossible. While Claire has a somewhat eccentric personality, she wouldn't be so disrespectful," Brevard replied.

Callie was seething, her clenched fists turning her knuckles white. "She was clearly targeting me! Just because she's won a few awards, she thinks she's untouchable." "Alright, let it go. It's not as if she's the only option. Where's Ethan? Didn't he stay with you?" Brevard asked, switching the topic to mollify his daughter. Callie took a deep breath, gritting her teeth. "Dad, I want to move the engagement forward." "Is that the woman you're supposed to marry?

Ethan, are you blind?" Claire crossed her legs, resting her hands on her knees, and leaned forward, scrutinizing Ethan with a look that clearly conveyed, "What's wrong with you?" "If you can't speak respectfully, you can leave," Ethan retorted, leaning back against the sofa, his demeanor perfectly composed. Claire let out a derisive snort. "I met a lovely young woman today. I think she'd make a far better wife for you-infinitely better than that hypocrite from earlier." "Since when have you become a matchmaker?

Have you found someone for yourself yet?" Claire, utterly devoted to her design career, had never married. Recently, she had set her sights on a divorced man with a buzz cut and a muscular build, who also happened to have a child. Claire was pursuing him with characteristic boldness and a touch of absurdity. Explore new stories gαℓησνℯℓs.cøm "Want to go to an exhibition?" she had asked the man once. "No," he'd replied. "Alright," she'd said, and that had been the end of it. Her assistant had teased her relentlessly about the encounter.

When Ethan had found out, he'd even had Keith give Claire some "pointers." Eventually, Claire had scared the man off so thoroughly that he'd reportedly left town with his child overnight. Claire, momentarily speechless, recovered with a flippant retort. "I'm making progress, thank you very much. I have my own methods. Now, don't change the subject. Is that girl from the Higgins family going to be my final apprentice?" Ethan gave a curt nod. Claire curled her lip in disdain. She knew from experience that nothing good came from dealing with the Higgins family.

"So, those two tickets weren't for her. Who did you give them to?" "That's none of your concern." Ethan stood, signaling his intention to leave. He hadn't seen Nyla tonight, despite giving her the tickets. Jackson had mentioned she'd arrived early, but he still hadn't caught sight of her. . . .