The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 106

The buzz surrounding Timothy’s heroic rescue had taken over the office like wildfire, and it was grating on my nerves. The other employees, who had been. reserved to talking about me behind my back, were now being upfront about their speculations.

Returning to work at the law firm after the tumultuous events involving Bruce was something of a relief, a way to regain a semblance of normalcy. I was starting to regret that decision.

My irritation reached a boiling point as a constant stream of female colleagues gathered at my desk,

their faces glowing with excitement and curiosity. It was like I was the star of some romantic drama, and they couldn’t wait to hear all the juicy details.

“Evie, tell us everything!” gushed Lisa, a paralegal from the adjacent cubicle, her eyes wide with excitement,

“Yeah, Evie, what’s it like to be rescued by the love of your life?” added Emily, another co–worker, who had always been a bit too invested in my personal life.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I felt like I was caught in a whirlwind. of gossip that I couldn’t escape. “It’s not like that,” I insisted.

But it seemed that my denial only fueled their speculation. They exchanged knowing glances, and Lisa nudged me playfully. “Come on, Evie, we’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”

The women continued to press, asking questions about Timothy’s heroics and the supposed undeniable chemistry between us. I rolled my eyes, feeling more exasperated by the minute.

As the day wore on, I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my work. The constant–attention was grating on my nerves, and I longed for the days when I could come to work without being the center of a romantic spectacle. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate Timothy’s help–he had been at the right place at the right time. –but I was fighting to detach myself from him, and it was an endless struggle.

“Listen, ladies,” I began, “It was just business between us. I appreciate his help, but there’s nothing romantic going on between us.”

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They exchanged glances, and this time, they seemed to comprehend the seriousness of my tone. In their defense, Timothy’s interview that morning had portrayed a man deeply caring and concerned for me.

keeping the volume low and the brightness setting at a minimum, but I saw his face on the screen regardless. It had been an impromptu

through. channels, but I could see the hesitation in her movements when she turned it off. She didn’t want to let go so

he seemed really smitten with you in the interview,” another colleague chimed in, fluttering

leaned back in my chair, frustration mounting. “Appearances can be deceiving.” I muttered, not bothering

continued, with my coworkers speculating about my relationship with Timothy and the nature of our connection. This was somehow worse, having them analyze

my cell phone rang, its shrill ringtone slicing through the chatter. I excused myself from the crowd,

of the hallway, I took my phone out and answered the call. “Hello?” I said, my voice

Evie Sinclair?” a deep, authoritative voice asked. “Yes,

station,” he replied. “I need

mention of Bruce’s name sent shivers

gravely. “We need you to come

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closer, my heartbeat quickening.

“We returned to his hospital room

hand over my mouth and looked around. The hall was empty. Only the hum of the vending machine

before the officer spoke up. “We would like you to come down to the station,

way,” I told

adrenaline pumping through my veins. Bruce was supposed to be locked up in the hospital, and he

grab my purse from the office before rushing out the door. The police station was a short drive away, but every second felt like an eternity as

at the police station, it was a scene of controlled chaos. Officers were buzzing around, talking urgently into phones, and typirig furiously on their computers. Officer Stevens spotted me and waved

me to a small, dimly lit room. “We have some surveillance footage

heart pounding in my chest. What had Bruce done

the entrance

a wheelchair, his face hidden beneath a hoodie. He looked pale and weak, nothing like the man I had once known. Two figures, supposedly nurses, pushed him toward the exit, as if he were just another patient being

I asked,