The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 77

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise, and she seemed taken aback by my reaction. “Wait, I know you. You’re the woman who helped me that night.”

My jaw tightened as I crossed my arms over my chest, my skepticism unwavering. “Is that what you call it? You lied to me!”

She looked genuinely apologetic now, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I know, and I’m so sorry. It wasn’t right, and I feel awful about it.”

“Oh, that’s rich!” I barked.

“Please, let me explain!” she pleaded, raising her hands in surrender.

I hesitated, still hardly containing my anger. “Explain? What could you possibly say to justify what you did?”

She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto mine. “I owe you an apology. I guess I didn’t really consider how crazy fans would get. I’m truly sorry.”

My brow furrowed as I regarded her cautiously. “Apology? You expect me to believe that?” The woman nodded, her expression earnest. “I am. You see, I needed a story to keep my job, so when I saw you coming out the firm, I pounced.”

“So you’re just another desperate reporter,” I said icily, jamming a finger in her face. “And I don’t think you realize just how insane Timothy’s fans are.”

She looked genuinely apologetic now, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Trust me, I do. Which is why I regret it deeply.”

I kissed my teeth and adjusted the purse on my shoulder. Her apology was sounding pretty lousy so far. Looking at her down, her older, homely appearance. has also diminished significantly.

She had a round but upbeat face framed by wavy, black hair. Her gray eyes were round and expressive, and they certainly seemed downtrodden in that moment. She looked cleaner overall, having exchanged the theater impression of a homeless woman with a cardigan and some slacks.

“Who even are you?” I asked, my gaze tracing over her. “I mean, when you’re not impersonating homeless people, that is.”

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her voice sincere as she began to speak. “My name is Penelope Carter,

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firmly in place. “Well, Penny, I’m not sure

now?”

for a story. But I want you to know that I genuinely appreciate the kindness you

skepticism wavered slightly, and I found myself listening more closely to her words. “That was

know, and I want to find a way to make things right,” she continued, her voice. low and barely

her sincerity. “And how do you plan to do that?” Penny’s gaze never wavered as she spoke. “I’ve been following Timothy Hayes‘ scandals very closely. As a fan of his, I’ve seen the dedication

winced at her words. Part of me itched to see how deep she’d gotten into Timothy’s private life, and just how much

to

by a glimmer of curiosity. “Help? In what way?” She took a step closer,

or scandals that might come in your or Timothy’s way. I believe you both deserve a

swirled within me–doubt, uncertainty, but also a spark of hope. Could Penny’s offer truly be genuine? Could

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case?

guard remained intact. “And why should I trust you?” Penny’s voice held a note of sincerity as she met my gaze head–on. “I understand that you don’t trust

my mind. Could I trust

my skills for something positive for a change. On a more selfish note, helping a big star like Timothy could. boost my business, which I’m sure you

to creep in as I weighed her words.

even help you navigate

hesitated, torn between my reservations and the potential benefits of having someone with Penny’s abilities on our side. This may have been something that I needed to speak with Timothy about, considering his career was

sighed and gave her a reluctant nod. “Fine, I’ll consider

down her contact information

paper from her, I could only try and feel hopeful about what’s

giving me this opportunity,” Penny said sweetly as she met

gaze.