The Hockey Star’s Remorse

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella’s good side and getting her to sign those authorization

papers.

With a newfound determination, Timothy stood in Stella’s apartment, a mismatched apron hanging awkwardly from his tall frame, and a mixing bowl in one hand. He had brought the ingredients for pancakes, imagining that a homemade breakfast would impress her. Pancakes seemed like a safe choice simple, delicious, and universally beloved.

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Stella watched him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her arms folded across her chest. He had let himself in, attempting to surprise her, but he hadn’t known she was an early riser. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Timothy tried to keep his enthusiasm from waning as he held up the mixing bowl. “I’m making you breakfast,” he declared with a smile.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Really? You’re cooking for me?”

He nodded. “Yep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she sauntered over, her gaze fixed on the contents of the bowl. “Well, I’m intrigued. What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes,” Timothy replied hesitantly, watching her response closesly.

Her expression quickly shifted from joy to annoyance as she saw Timothy

preparing the pancake batter. She put her hands on her hips, her annoyance clear. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

Timothy blinked, his heart sinking at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”

Stella sighed, her irritation becoming more pronounced. “I don’t eat carbs, Timothy. I’ve told you that before.”

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He felt his frustration bubbling beneath the surface but forced a tight smile. He didn’t recall hearing that at all. “Right. But I thought maybe just this once…”

She interrupted him with a sharp gesture. “No, Timothy. I don’t make exceptions when it comes to my diet.”

his way to make a special breakfast for her, and her dismissive attitude stung. “Okay, fine,” he said, his tone

before replying with a haughty air,

a sigh of frustration. “Alright, eggs and toast it is.” He set the mixing bowl aside and reached

a bowl and started whisking them, Stella watched him with a look that bordered on smug satisfaction. “You really should pay

fraying.

with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m

Timothy finished cooking the eggs and plated them with a side of sliced avocado. He placed the

softening slightly as she savored

that his efforts had paid off,

remained charged with an unspoken tension. Timothy couldn’t help but wonder if his attempts to please Stella were worth the

trouble for Evie, it seemed. Besides, that

O

stay away from Stella, not Timothy. It wasn’t the win that Stella thought it

relish in the power dynamic he was presenting. She had made it clear that Timothy had to cater to her preferences, and he

He hated the idea of starting the day with an argument, especially after his attempt to make things right. “Look, Stella, I’ve

her lips. “You can make it

her request. A wedding shower? It wasn’t what he had expected, but if that’s what it would take,

“Good. I’m going to start planning it right now. It’s going to

and started jotting down plans, Timothy couldn’t help but feel a mixture of relief and resignation. He had agreed to them having a wedding shower, and he would stick to his word. But one

began cautiously, “isn’t it usually the maid

need to be

this wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Alright, Stella. It’s

lighthearted, a stark contrast to her earlier anger. “Don’t worry. It’ll be perfect,

finished her breakfast of scrambled

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Chapter 166

As she took the last bite, a sudden vibration

in puzzlement at the caller ID. She quickly silenced the ringer and shot a nervous glance

his voice tinged with a

hesitated for a moment, her fingers absently tapping the edge of her phone. “Just a business call,” she

eyebrow. “Business call? Is it

around the room, avoiding Timothy’s penetrating stare. “It’s

his skepticism. “You look pretty nervous about