Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 67 The decision

Appareath, what I said shocked Lucas, but somehess, Gideon looked satished while he shook hand with him.

“Aker, I’m going to wait for you as the car.” Gideon said, and even if I didn’t want him to leave me here as I did want to expl like I expected, as soon as Gideon was far away, he poured his questions ons ine

it to explain anything to Lucas, I nodded. Just

“Alive, where have you been? Why did you never pretact me

“Lucas, I couldn’t, but it’s a long story.”

“You changed so much, you look so different, Alice, You said you go there to study, then you come back with a husband, with a family that looks like the mata itsell. What the hell is wrong with you.”*

“Trough” neatly shouted. He looked at me and frowned.

“I don’t think Lowe you an explanation. After I moved to Los Angeles, I met Gideon, and I got married to him. I’m happy.”

He looked at the ground after sighing

“And what about skating? Or you prefer to give birth to his chilen? Becoming a young mum, doing nothing in a laxurious envionment?”

He looked at me with pain in his eyes. That showed me he still wasn’t over me.

*Lucas.” I sighed, and I bugged him. He hugged me back, maybe stronger than he should have.

“like you as a good friend. You were always my friend, and

il I want it to stay this way.” I whispered to him. He nodded, and after a few seconds, he let me

“I think I’ll contine skating.” I said and smiled.

He nodded again

“Then, maybe I’ll see you in a competition. The way he said that hurt me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I liked him, but he needed to get over me.

“Yes.” I nodded, stilling

looked at me once more, putting

then good

that, I watched him for a few seconds, then I turned around too. Gideon was in the cat, but I knew he watched the scene. I was concerned about having to explain everything, but in the car, he simply asked if I was

love you, Gideon.”

He lowered his head.

too, Alice” He

next to me in our bed at home. I was still in a daze after yesterday, We travelled back straight after the funeral. Gideon asked me if I wanted to stay longer, but I had enough of Montreal. The loss still hurt me very much. 1 only remembered the letter when we were sitting on the plane on the way back to Los Angeles. It was with me all the time,

“Dear Alice.

You’d have deserved a happy childhood, a loving family that I couldn’t give you. I’m sorry I never was strong

Even if you think the opposite, I always wanted the best for you,

up your dreams. You are so talented and beautiful. You have the strength, persevering and toughness to have a different and

love you

Chapter 67 The decision.

as the paper was snaked in a few places. She cried while the wasn’t the best mother on Earth, I knew she loved

skater for a better life. But as I realized she wanted me to find happiness and escape our miserable life. I kept thinking about her face, herted, teary eyes when the bid farewell to me at the airport. That was the last time

as I felt I was about to cry. When I got back the memories before, in and after the funeral, I wanted to conti thought that if she could see me from aboer,

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and I know next to him I wouldn’t

checked the clock; it was five am. I slipped out of bed, not to wake Gideon up, and I went to the bathrooms. After freshening myself up and got dressed, I tiptoed out of the room. The gym was waiting for me. I started training, but not like recently, I

time. It was harder than usual, but when I felt

limits are created by our mind if you truly believe nothing is impossible, then your limits

has to be all or nothing I spent about two hours at the gym. I felt exhausted,

with Awa today, but I planned to stay on the ice after I fished with her. I hoped Gideon worldn’t probably woke up by new. I took a towel, put it on my neck, and

I looked at the clock, and I thought

feeling of what I felt, when I could smell thing delicious in the kitchen

the door, then I just watched him, appalled. He had his phone on the kitchen desk, and it played a video off how to cook breakfest while he cooked it himself. I

“Breakfast is arly ready”

laughed. He

at me. If you think it’s funny, then I’ll give you what

mean

“Exactly

as his first attempt in the kitchen; it tasted delicious, I only ate a little, as I needed something that gives me more energy, but as he put that kind of food on the table