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

Chapter 81: She turned back to Johnny, her expression thoughtful. "I feel like we've met before... haven't we?" Johnny's face softened at her words, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something deeper-pain, perhaps? He stepped closer, his voice gentle. "Yes, we have. I'm Johnny Higgins. Don't you remember? How's Hayes doing?" There was genuine concern in his tone, and it caught Nyla off guard. Why did Johnny look at her like that? A faint smile tugged at her lips as she decided to play along. "I remember now. It was years ago, when I was delivering documents to my dad.

We met briefly then. I didn't expect to run into you here." She hesitated, her tone shifting to something more somber. "As for Hayes... ever since he went to prison, he hasn't let us visit. I have no idea how he's doing." Johnny stiffened, visibly shaken by her words. His hand trembled ever so slightly before he quickly masked the reaction. His eyes glistened as though on the verge of tears. "How have you been... these past few years?" he asked softly. Nyla turned her gaze away, now certain Johnny had ties to the events of the past. "Barely holding things together.

My mom remarried into the Brooks family, and after that... all the debts disappeared." She tactfully steered the conversation away, her eyes landing once more on the hydrangeas. "These are beautiful. Are they for sale?" Johnny blinked, composing himself. "They're out of season. Honestly, I didn't expect them to bloom this well. If you buy them today, they might not last through the night." His voice was tender, and Nyla noted the subtle shift as he spoke. "That's fine," she replied. "Can you wrap a bouquet for me?

Something suitable for family." "Of course." Johnny moved to gather the flowers, his hands steady despite the storm brewing behind his calm demeanor. As he worked, his voice softened further. "What are you doing these days? If you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. I mean it-I'll be here for you, no matter what." Feel the magic on gαℓησνs․com The weight in his words lingered in the air like an unspoken promise. Nyla, with her back turned to him, allowed a faint smile to cross her lips. Her objective was complete.

"Hayes always forbade me from visiting him," she said after a moment. "But I heard he's been bullied in prison. There's nothing I can do about it. The people in charge don't care about justice-just bribes." Johnny's grip on the bouquet faltered slightly, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fist. But when he met Nyla's gaze again, he forced a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll handle it." Once the bouquet was wrapped, Johnny asked for her contact information. Nyla obliged, taking the flowers and leaving without looking back.

The moment the door shut behind her, Johnny slumped to the floor, his carefully maintained composure finally crumbling. What was happening? Wasn't everything supposed to be resolved? This was nothing like what he had imagined. . . .