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

Chapter 83: Johnny's shoulders slumped, his hands falling to his lap as he whispered, "I'm so sorry..." Nyla dabbed at her tears and raised her head, her show of resilience making her appearance even more heartbreaking. Johnny, observing her, felt deep remorse for his past actions. "I'll take care of everything once your brother is out," he said to Nyla. "I need a list of everyone involved back then. You owe us that much. But if you refuse to provide it, I can't do anything to force you," she replied firmly.

Johnny paused momentarily, then, driven by Nyla's determined tone, he responded, "I'll get it together and send it to you." "Good," Nyla said, her voice void of warmth. She grabbed her bag, poised to leave. "Remember your promise to do whatever it takes to help me." "Don't worry, I'll keep my promises," Johnny reassured her. Nyla gave Johnny a look of unresolved bitterness. She couldn't bring herself to forgive him, even though he hadn't known the whole truth back then. She felt justified in using him. As she was about to exit the room, a figure passed by, causing a slight commotion.

Nyla turned to find Callie and Ethan, clearly surprised by her presence. "Nyla? What brings you here?" Callie inquired, clinging to Ethan's arm, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she noticed another person in the room. "Johnny... what's the occasion for dining with Nyla?" Callie asked, puzzled to see Johnny-who rarely visited the city center-spending time with her. Callie's discomfort was evident. Caught off guard by the encounter with Callie and Ethan, Nyla met Ethan's gaze, the memories of a past night stirring unease within her. "Do you also know Nyla?

How about we all grab dinner together?" Johnny suggested, his tone tinged with surprise. Get the newest chapters gαℓησvls․com "Johnny, how long have you known Nyla? You never mentioned her to me. Had I known earlier, I could have tried setting you two up," Callie teased, her voice carrying a note of playful regret. "Seems you've missed your chance, though; Nyla's taken up with Mr. Wheeler now." With a light laugh, Nyla found Callie's remarks amusingly ironic. Was Callie insinuating that she was a woman of loose morals?

Curious about Ethan's reaction yet dreading his apathy, Nyla averted her eyes. "There's no need; I've got plans. Maybe another time, Johnny," she replied coolly, keeping her gaze lowered. "Let me drive you home-it's quite a distance from here," Johnny insisted, rising to his feet with a look of concern for Nyla. Nyla hesitated at first, but eventually relented. "Okay, thanks, Johnny." Ethan watched them leave with a cold stare, though Nyla appeared unmoved-perhaps out of defiance or resentment. Once they were gone, Callie caught Ethan's displeased look.

She pressed her lips together, feeling a twinge of bitterness. "How did Johnny come to know Nyla? Why are my two closest people connected to her?" Callie wondered aloud, her tone light, but her eyes betrayed her dissatisfaction. . . .