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

Chapter 77: At her words, Lukas' eyes brightened. He hesitated, cheeks reddening before he finally said shyly, "I want to go on a date with you for a day. I'm not a kid anymore!" He emphasized the last part, a reminder of the time Nyla had called him a child. Nyla chuckled softly. "I know, but a date is off the table. However, I can spend a day with you." Lukas wasn't disappointed; he beamed, already thinking about where they could go. Nyla knew Lukas saw her as a genuine friend.

The Brooks family was filled with rules and hidden agendas, and her presence was a breath of fresh air, one of the reasons Lukas enjoyed being around her. "Hey, Lukas! Why are you over there with her? Get over here!" Stella's voice cut through the room, laced with thinly veiled anger, as if she wished Nyla would disappear. Nyla remained calm; she was used to this treatment. Lukas frowned, reluctant to obey, but eventually turned to follow Stella's command. He cast Nyla a look of apology, and she responded with a reassuring nod before he trudged over. "Why are you dawdling?

I've told you time and again to stay away from that tramp. Do you want Dad to send you abroad just to straighten you out?" Stella snapped, her voice deliberately loud enough to sting. Nyla stayed composed, but Lukas' expression hardened with frustration. "How can you say that about Nyla? She's not a tramp." Stella scoffed. "Oh, really? Her mother was a mistress, and the moment Aunt Noor passed away, she couldn't wait to marry Uncle Ryland and move into the Brooks Mansion. And Nyla's been seducing men since she got here! She's just like her mother-lowly!" Lukas' face burned with anger.

"That was her mother's mistake, not hers. Why can't you let go of your prejudice?" Check updates now on gαℓησνℓs․com "She's trying to take Austen too! She's nothing but a bitch!" Stella's words dripped with venom as she thought of how Austen had recently blocked her. She was convinced Nyla had something to do with it and wanted her gone. "You can't blame Nyla just because you can't win Austen over. That's not fair," Lukas retorted firmly. Stella's eyes flared at the betrayal, shocked that her brother would side with someone else. "Are you really my brother? How can you defend her?

What's so special about that bitch?" Lukas was about to retort when he noticed Ethan standing nearby. He had no idea how long Ethan had been listening, and a wave of nervousness washed over him. LⱯtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn glovєlѕ. "Is this how your father taught you? Swearing at every turn? If you've forgotten the Brooks family rules, perhaps you should reflect on them in the study." Ethan's voice was calm, yet it carried an unyielding authority. Stella froze, her earlier arrogance evaporating in an instant. "Uncle Ethan." . . .