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

Chapter 73: When Claire noticed his distracted air, her curiosity piqued. "You seem preoccupied. It's not about that Higgins girl, is it? Because I'm telling you, I won't approve of her as your wife." Claire waved her hand dismissively, adopting a playfully stubborn stance, acting more like a teenager than a woman in her late thirties. Ethan simply ignored her. "Hey, I'm serious about that young woman I mentioned. She's a designer too, and remarkably talented. I genuinely like her.

Why don't you try to win her over?" "If you like her so much, why don't you marry her yourself?" With a sharp click, the door closed behind Ethan. Claire was left feeling slightly bored, her thoughts drifting to Nyla's earnest demeanor. She remained convinced that Nyla would be the perfect match for Ethan. After the exhibition, Nyla and Bonnie were preparing to leave when Murray appeared, offering them a ride since he was heading in the same direction. "Oh, come on, it's no trouble at all. Why refuse?" Bonnie said, pulling Nyla toward the car. "Mr.

Wheeler, thank you so much!" Bonnie still considered Murray a more reliable prospect than Ethan. Even if Nyla wasn't interested in Murray romantically, Bonnie reasoned, Nyla could use him to provoke Ethan. Bonnie considered this plan foolproof. Nyla hesitated. "Bonnie, we-" "It's fine, let's go. Our driver hasn't arrived yet anyway." Nyla sighed, resigned. She understood Bonnie's intentions perfectly, but ultimately, she relented and got into the car. As fate would have it, their car passed directly by Ethan's. However, from Nyla's vantage point, she couldn't see him.

Bonnie muttered to herself, "It's like fate is on my side." Explore new chapters gⱯlησνℓs․com "What was that?" Nyla asked, looking puzzled. "Nothing. I just think you should give Mr. Wheeler a chance. He's so handsome and kind. You two would make a wonderful couple. You should definitely agree to be his girlfriend," Bonnie said loudly, subtly rolling down the car window as she spoke. The deserted road amplified Bonnie's voice, the words carrying clearly through the night air.

As the black Maybach and the blue Bentley briefly passed, Bonnie caught a fleeting glimpse of Ethan's icy gaze in her peripheral vision. A smirk played on her lips before she discreetly rolled up the window. Nyla, oblivious to this silent, intense exchange, saw nothing. She remained completely unaware of the subtle drama that had unfolded in those brief moments. "Bonnie! What are you talking about? Mr. Wheeler and I are just friends. Don't get any ideas," Nyla whispered, her face flushing with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

She subtly pinched Bonnie's arm, her expression silently pleading. If they weren't surrounded by other cars, she would have jumped out then and there. "Miss Olson, Nyla and I are indeed just friends... for now," Murray interjected, placing emphasis on the final two words. . . .