The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 168

TIMOTHY POV

The next day, Timothy returned home after an invigorating hockey practice. The icy chill of the rink had invigorated him, and he felt strangely elated as he entered his cozy apartment. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his breath hung in the air as he exhaled.

As he stripped off his sweat–soaked clothes and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, he couldn’t help but replay the events of the previous night in his mind. Seeing Evie at the holiday market had been unexpected, but it had left a warm feeling in his chest, like the flicker of a long–extinguished flame.

Under the soothing spray of hot water, Timothy allowed himself to relax, his mind. drifting back to the moments he had shared with Evie. The light show, the laughter, and the camaraderie had all been a reminder of the friendship they had once shared, a friendship that had been buried beneath the weight of unresolved

emotions.

As he dried his hair with a plush towel, Timothy couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Evie. For the first time in a long while, it seemed like things were thawing between them. The awkwardness and tension that had once defined their interactions were slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

The idea of rekindling their friendship, of bridging the gap that had grown between them, filled Timothy with a sense of hope. He knew that there were unresolved issues and unspoken feelings that hung in the air like a storm cloud, but he was willing to weather the storm if it meant reconnecting with Evie.

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As he finished drying got dressed, Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. Evie’s anger toward him had certainly begun to thaw.

He knew that he needed to find the right moment to talk to her, to address the issues that had driven a wedge between them. It wouldn’t be easy, and there were no guarantees of a happy ending, but Timothy was willing to take that chance.

Pleased with that thought, he reheated leftovers from the previous night’s meal – and he savored each bite. He walked around his apartment, bored and anxious all at the same time, and Duke was constantly at his heels, begging for a taste of food.

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piled up during his busy week. His laptop sat on the coffee table before him, the home. screen loading

was a mixed bag, filled with fan mail, sponsorship offers, and the occasional piece of spam. Timothy had a habit of responding personally to as many fan messages as he could, believing that his

messages, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he crafted heartfelt responses to the outpouring of support from his fans. Each message he read brought a smile to his face and a sense of gratitude for the journey he had embarked upon as

scrolled through the messages, one email caught his attention. It was different from the rest – a stark subject line that read,

eyes

and spread them across his screen. His breath caught in his throat. as he stared at

lit photographs, were Stella and Andy, fondling each other without care. The world seemed to blur

going on between Stella and

trembled as he reached for the glass of wine on the table. Taking a sip, he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to make sense of this,

assholes,” Timothy muttered to himself, anger seeping into his voice. “All that

scrutinizing them for any hidden context or clues. The more he looked, the more obvious it became that there was something deeply unsettling about this. Stella and Andy sneaking around like teenagers with

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with a nauseating mix of fury and possibly

having his hand forced here. Stella had

mind racing with a torrent of emotions. He pushed the laptop away from him, almost violently, causing it to teeter dangerously on

couldn’t let this pass. He knew he had to confront Stella and Andy about

their reactions. Andy would likely try to deflect with his sharp wit, while Stella might

that had initially consumed him now ignited into a blazing fire. He had

attention. Duke approached him with a concerned look in his expressive brown eyes. Timothy had always found solace in Duke’s