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

Chapter 99: Bonnie, respecting her decision, simply nodded and returned to her plotting. Nyla arrived back at Cloudscape Mansion just before ten. The distance between the two locations was considerable. As she entered, the illuminated interior caused her to slow her pace while switching her footwear. Deeper inside, Ethan was absorbed in his laptop, seated on the couch. The nighttime glasses he wore added a touch of enigma and charm. Today, however, Nyla had no desire to engage with Ethan. Dropping her bag, she made for the stairs.

Her foot had barely touched the first step when Ethan's voice stopped her. "Does it bother you that I asked you to go dress shopping with Callie?" His voice was warmer than before, almost comforting, yet Nyla was skeptical of its soothing intent. She answered with evident fatigue, "No." Continuing upstairs, she gathered some clothes and moved toward the bathroom. During the first year of her stay here, she had used the guest room. Eventually, Ethan had invited her into the master bedroom.

Back then, Nyla had believed Ethan harbored genuine feelings for her, a notion that brought her joy for some time. Reflecting now, she acknowledged her own self-deception regarding their connection. She had been misleading herself. After her shower, Nyla headed straight for the guest room, determined. Just minutes before settling to sleep, Ethan burst in, his face stormy, and seized her chin. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. Familiar with such confrontations, Nyla felt too weary to protest. "Nothing. Looking for intimacy? I'm exhausted tonight.

Maybe tomorrow?" Stay connected through gαℓησνℓs․com Ethan bristled at her nonchalant response, his frustration mounting. Upon discovering she wasn't in their shared room, panic briefly seized him, and then relief washed over him when he saw the guest room light, only to be quickly replaced by irritation. "And if I refuse?" Nyla looked up at him, then rose to her knees, pressing her lips to his in a cold kiss that made her shiver. She reached down mechanically for him, devoid of any feeling. Ethan's reaction was one of increased irritation, not satisfaction.

He shoved Nyla back, his gaze cold and threatening. "What's this? Are you playing with my emotions, trying to draw sympathy from me? Nyla, you were the one who asked me for help. Don't you remember your promise? Is this how you obey?" Nyla's agony had escalated, intensified by the gnawing pain in her stomach, probably because she had skipped dinner. As she held her stomach, her complexion turned ashen. "So, what is it you expect from me? I mentioned I'm quite exhausted today. Tomorrow, however, do whatever you see fit." "Why this sullen face?

Wasn't it enough to torment Callie earlier today?" . . .