The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 “A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. “You really didn’t. have to get me anything, Timothy.”

He chuckled. “I know | don’t have to, but | want to. You’re not just an exceptional. lawyer, Evie; you’re a good person. The effort you've put into my case means a lot

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He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart fluttered as he handed it to me. | gently lifted the lid to reveal a delicate necklace, a slender chain of silver with the words “Say the right things” written on a small, intricately designed pendant. It was exquisite and made my heart swell with emotions.

“Timothy, it’s beautiful,” | exclaimed.

He smiled, that crooked half-smile that always got to me. “It’s a reminder, Evie. A reminder to always speak your mind, to express your thoughts and feelings. without hesitation. Say the right thing, not just for others but for yourself too.”

| was touched by his words and the symbolism behind the necklace. It was a promise of respect and trust, a reminder that the power to shape my future lay in my own hands. “Thank you.”

With a gentle smile, he fastened the necklace around my neck, the cool silver resting against my skin. | couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth as | touched the tiny pendant.

“Come on.” His hand rested on my back and | fought the chill that wracked my body as | looked at him. “I have something else in mind.”

“Oh.” My eyes widened as he pressed me forward, and | was interested in what else he had planned.

As we walked further, the urban landscape began to shift, and the buildings around us became increasingly upscale and opulent. The streetlights grew more elegant, casting a soft glow on the cobbled walkways. We reached a grand, ornate building, and | couldn’t help but feel flattered by our destination.

“What is this place, Timothy?” | asked, looking up at the grandeur of the establishment. 4/4

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He grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “It’s a surprise. Just trust me.”

We walked for what seemed like miles, our destination unknown. Timothy had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but he wasn’t giving away any secrets. His strong, confident stride matched the determined set of his jaw, and it made my heart race. just a bit. His air of mystery had always been one of the things that intrigued me.

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Finally, we arrived at a set of intricately designed gates, and a valet rushed to open them for us. My heart skipped a beat as we entered a lush, beautiful courtyard filled with fountains and blooming flowers. | felt a blush rise to my cheeks, knowing that this place must have cost a small fortune. I’d never been one for extravagant gestures, and the sheer opulence of our surroundings left me feeling a bit flustered.

“This is..amazing,” | said with a gasp.

He grinned, that boyish charm of his lighting up his features. “A little birdie told me you’ve been working too hard and needed a break.”

“You've got to be kidding me!” He laughed, his deep, rich laughter echoing through the glossy room. “I’m not, Evie. You deserve this.”

Awoman, elegant in her uniform, approached us. “Mr. Hayes, Ms. Sinclair, we’ve been waiting for you. Miss, if you would please, follow me.”

| was led into a small, dimly lit room. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus hung in the air, soothing my senses. The woman gave me a soft, white robe and pointed. to the door on our right. “I'll just have you change into this.”

As | changed into the robe and left my clothes neatly folded on a chair, | couldn’t. help but wonder about the surprise Timothy had planned. The robe was soft and luxurious against my skin, and | felt a sense of comfort as | tied the sash securely.

When | emerged from the changing room, Timothy was waiting, a soft, white towel draped over one arm, and a tray of massage oils and lotions in his other hand. The sight of him, standing there with a look of anticipation, sent a shiver through me.

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lately. You’ve been putting in long hours, handling difficult cases, and it’s left you exhausted. | thought you might appreciate a little relaxation.”

Aspa treatment. It was a surprising and thoughtful gesture, and | couldn't help but feel my heart swell with gratitude. The weeks had been filled with courtroom. victories and challenges, and the weight of my responsibilities had left me weary.

The idea of a massage was enticing, a chance to let go of the tension that had accumulated in my body, but | hadn’t expected Timothy to administer it. “Wow, Timothy, this is a lot.”

He grinned, a boyish charm in his expression. “I aim to please. Now, if you'll lie down on the table, I'll give you a special massage on your calves.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

As | settled onto the plush massage table, a sense of anticipation filled me. The soft music and the flickering candlelight created a soothing ambiance, but | was far from relaxed.

“You really didn’t need to do all of this,” | said, feeling slightly on edge. “This wasn’t too expensive, was it?”

He reached out and gently touched my shoulder, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Trust me, it'll make a world of difference. I’ve been practicing some techniques, and I’m sure you'll feel much better after this.”

| turned to look into his eyes, dark and inviting, filled with a promise of relief and comfort. His hand fell onto my own and he leaned closer, his voice soft, “I just want to take care of you, Evie.”

My heart raced, and | couldn't help but feel the electricity of his touch on my skin. There was something about his proximity that was making my heart and mind. race simultaneously. My pulse quickened, and | hesitated, caught between the warmth of his offer and the fear of what it might lead to.

As Timothy retrieved a bottle of massage oil from the basket, he continued to speak in that soft, persuasive tone, “I’ve been reading up on this, and | promise I'll be gentle.”

The oil glistened in the warm light, almost suggestively. The decision weighed on me, and | couldn’t deny that | longed for the comfort Timothy was offering.

As Timothy sat beside me, he reached out and took one of my feet in his strong,

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capable hands. His touch was firm yet gentle, and | felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. | closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation and not the tumultuous thoughts racing through my mind.

My heart raced as | sought the right words, desperate to escape his soothing grasp on me as he began kneading my calf. Finally, | took a deep breath and said, “Timothy, Lappreciate the gesture, but | should tell you-I have a boyfriend.”

Timothy's expression shifted from confusion to surprise, and then a flicker of disappointment. His hands quickly moved away, his voice barely a whisper. “I see.”

| had never seen him so vulnerable before, and it cut deep into my conscience. “Timothy,” | began, “it’s not that | don’t appreciate your kindness. It’s just that things have become... complicated.” He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. “Complicated how?”

| hesitated, unsure of how to put my emotions into words. “My boyfriend and | are going steady. | do appreciate this, but it’s too much.”

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