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

Chapter 92: "I still need to shower," she murmured breathlessly, weakly pushing against his chest. But her actions betrayed her words, her hands unwilling to let go. Her reaction only spurred Ethan on. With one smooth motion, he scooped her into his arms. Nyla let out a soft yelp, quickly wrapping her arms tighter around his neck as he carried her toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut, the light flickered on, and the sound of water filled the room.

Soon, other sounds mingled with the running water-muffled cries and soft gasps that grew louder, blending into the rhythmic splash of water against the glass. The intensity of the moment built and built, until finally, all fell silent. The consequences of overindulgence were clear: Nyla and Ethan were late. Who would've guessed that Ethan Brooks, the CEO of Crestwave Group and the very embodiment of a workaholic, would show up half an hour behind schedule? It was the kind of thing that turned heads and sparked whispers. "Wait, is it true? Did Mr.

Brooks actually come in late today?" A small cluster of employees huddled in the open-plan office, their voices barely above a whisper but brimming with curiosity. Ordinarily, tardiness wouldn't merit much gossip, but this was Ethan Brooks they were talking about. Even Lisbeth couldn't resist pressing Jackson for details. "It's true. No meetings, no business trips-he was just plain late." "Where did you hear that?" "Secretary department. Rock-solid source. Apparently, the CEO wasn't even out of bed." "No way. Isn't Callie his future wife? She's clocked in on time. So...

who was he with?" "Who knows? Rich families are always messy. Maybe their engagement's just for show, and they live separate lives." At that exact moment, Callie walked past, a stack of documents in her hand. She froze mid-step as their conversation hit her ears. Ltєѕτ ϲhρτєrs ιn glovєl.оm The two gossipers realized their blunder too late. Their faces turned pale as they stammered, "Good morning, Ms. Higgins." Callie snapped the file shut with a crisp motion and gave them a tight, professional smile. "Everyone faces unexpected circumstances sometimes. Don't jump to conclusions.

And remember, gossiping during work hours is unacceptable." Her smile vanished, replaced with a steely glare. "Both of you can settle your salaries with the finance department. Today." "Ms. Higgins, please! We were wrong. It won't happen again!" "Yes, Ms. Higgins, just one more chance!" Their desperate pleas echoed through the office, but Callie's expression remained cold. They occasionally chatted with Callie and had a pretty good relationship. They never expected her to outright fire them. She glanced around, noticing the sudden, intense focus of everyone else on their computer screens.

Nobody dared to meet her eyes. "I'm not repeating myself. This is a workplace, not a rumor mill. If you have complaints, my office is open." Without another word, she turned and strode into her office. . . .