The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 69

Timothy’s jaw was set, his expression tense as he guided me through the bustling. streets towards a nearby café. The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside, and the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The dimly lit interior offered a welcome respite from the chaos outside.

He pulled me into the family bathroom and locked the door before rushing to the sink. I stood to the side, peeling at the film of milk that had begun to crust on my wrist.

Moments later, Timothy turned to me with a handful of damp paper towels. He handed them to me, his gaze softening as he met my eyes. “I’m sorry about all of this, Evie.”

I dabbed at my face with the cloth, grateful for the gesture. “It’s not your fault, Timothy. People can be unpredictable.”

The café restroom offered, some comfort from the chaos outside. Timothy was desperate to help me, even offering to wash out my hair. Duke was determined to help as well, licking remnants of the shake from my fingertips

I turned off the faucet, and Timothy handed me a paper towel. I met his eyes in the mirror, fiercely embarrassed. “I’m sorry about all of this, Timothy.”

He smiled, his expression warm. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Evie. It’s not your fault.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my clothes were relatively clean, and I let out a tired exhale. Timothy discarded the soiled paper towels in the trash and. turned to me, his gaze steady and understanding.

“Are you okay, Evie?” he asked softly.

I appreciated his sympathy, but the weight of another matter tugged at my conscience. It was time to come clean about my unintentional slip of information to María, the woman I had mistaken for a homeless stranger.

“Timothy, there’s something I need to tell you,” I began, my voice tinged with guilt.

He looked at me, his expression curious but open. “What is it?”

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “Earlier, when I was leaving the firm, I

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ran into a woman who appeared to be homeless and in need. I wanted to help her, so I offered to take her out for dinner.”

Timothy’s brow furrowed in concern. “That’s kind of you, Evie.”

I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor. “The thing is, during our conversation, I accidentally revealed some information about you about our working relationship, the case, and everything that’s been going on.”

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look up at Timothy, expecting to see frustration or disappointment. Instead, I found understanding and even a

he said gently. “You were trying to

you for that.”

was taken aback by

head. “No, I’m not upset. You

me, relief flooding through my veins. I had feared that my unintentional slip would have dire consequences, but

you, Timothy,” I said sincerely. “I was worried

me.”

chuckled softly. “Evie, you’re naturally sweet. I wouldn’t be disappointed in you for trying to help someone, even if

settled in, I felt a warmth spreading

ambiance seemed less overwhelming now. Timothy guided us to a table by the window,

cushion was a welcome contrast to the earlier chaos, and I couldn’t help but let out

to one of the servers, and soon enough, we were sipping hot cups of coffee. The aroma was comforting, the steam rising from the cups like a soothing embrace. I watched as Timothy stirred in a bit of sugar, his movements

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At least he didn’t get splashed

his cup, meeting my

rim of the coffee cup. “Better, now that I’m away from

like they get crazier by the year. I’ve never

other women in his company made me choke on my drink. “Oh.” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. “Glad I’m

chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving mine. “Well,

to decipher how deep that statement was meant to go. However, he was already taking. “Is this what your life

his lips. “More often than I’d like. but you get used

at his own joke, I gave him a playful kick under the

tension long gone in exchange for laughs. I watched as Timothy picked up a menu and glanced at the options, his brows furrowing

food. You hungry?” he asked, his

a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I

gaze meeting mine. “Let’s order something. Might as well make the most of

perused the menu and placed our orders, the conversation continued with ease. The warmth of the café and the gentle hum of conversation around us created a sense of intimacy, as

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cheddar broccoli soup, I scooped up