All Chapters of His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51. Served Medium Rare

"Aren't you guys spending too much time in there?" Mira's husband complained, pointing to the plates on the table. "The food arrived a long time ago. I even asked the waiter to reheat it."Mira moved to her husband's side, wrapping her arm around his in a naturally spoiled manner. "Sorry, honey. It's been so long since we've seen each other. We were so engrossed in conversation that we lost track of time.""Didn't you two already—" Mira's husband fell silent the moment she pushed his drink to his lips.Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a way to silence your husband, Mira.Marco, who was sitting casually with one arm resting on the back of my chair, chimed in. "I heard you're Hazel's friend from high school. What a lasting friendship."Mira chuckled, meeting Marco's gaze without the slightest hint of fear. "And I plan to stay by her side forever. I'm her strongest ally, who will exterminate the evil insects around her."Mira took a napkin, placed it on her lap, and then leaned forward. "And you, sir

52. A Taste of Control

Yeah, it's not just Mira who doesn't like you; I do, too. However, I chose to remain silent, letting the question hang in the air.Marco spoke again. "Is it because she prefers you with Bennet? Because she wants you to be the Grand Lady of the family? Didn't you tell her that I'm also the sole heir to the Martenus Group?"I turned my neck slowly, staring at the side of his face in disbelief. Wow. What kind of confidence does this man have? His arrogance truly blinded him. He really thought Mira hated him because of his status and wealth? Not because he'd treated me like a cheap whore?"Mira knows about your relationship with Cassandra," I replied quietly, turning my face back to the road. "She really doesn't like Cassandra. So... you know."His hand on the steering wheel tapped impatiently. "If she doesn't like Cassandra, why doesn't she like me, too? I already called off my engagement to that woman to be with you. She's really weird."I bit the inside of my cheek hard."Stay away fro

53. The Heat Finally Broke Him

Neither Laura nor I moved to answer her call. We remained frozen in the tense, suffocating air of the kitchen, letting the violent thuds of Marco's fists against the door become nothing more than white noise.Laura stepped closer, the sharp click of her heels sounding like a countdown. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper, dripping into my ear. "You think if Marco accepts this child, the Marten family will accept him, too? Don't be so naive."She leaned in, her expensive perfume choking my senses."This illegitimate child will only be a stranger in our family. Ah, no... being a stranger is even better than the fate he will face."I straightened my back, looking her straight in the eye. "I don't need recognition from the Marten family. For me, Marco is enough."Laura chuckled sarcastically, narrowing her eyes. "Are you so sure Marco would be willing to abandon his family? Would be willing to abandon me, his mother, for a shameless girl like you?""Probably not," I replied calmly, th

54. The Heat Finally Reached Him

The tips of the small scissors clung to the tape, severing the roll of clean white bandage. The large fingers that usually gripped the ice hockey stick with deadly precision now trembled faintly as they placed the end of the bandage on the back of Hazel's hand.Marco gently stroked the bandage, making sure no more blood was seeping out. Once he felt satisfied, he looked up. His breathing was still ragged, but his gaze softened as he met Hazel's silent eyes.Slowly, his hand reached out. He traced Hazel's jawline before his thumb rose, wiping away the remaining moisture at the corner of her eye with an overly careful motion. As if a slightly harder touch would shatter her heart again."Go to sleep," Marco whispered, his voice hoarse and heavy.He pulled the thick blanket up to Hazel's chest, shielding her shoulders from the cold air conditioning. "You need to get plenty of rest. It's getting late."As Marco tried to pull his hand back, Hazel's bandage-free fingers moved to hold his wri

55. A Dangerous Appetite

On the large bed, Hazel appeared to be asleep, her steady breathing breaking the silence.He pulled back the blanket and slid under the same thick fabric. He moved very slowly, slipping his arm under her neck, pulling her tiny, cold body into his embrace. He held her tightly, as if hoping her lingering warmth would revive his numb soul.Marco buried his face in the crown of Hazel's head, inhaling the scent of her hair deeply."Thank you," he whispered in the darkness, his lips kissing the crown of her head with adoring tenderness. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I swear... I'll do better for you. For us."In that tight, suffocating embrace, her previously tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Hazel stared blankly. Her gaze was completely flat, dry, and icy, even as she let her head rest against Marco's rumbling chest.'I don't know what other nonsense this bastard is concocting inside his head,' Hazel thought, the corners of her lips twitching into a sardonic smile. 'But whatever it is.

56. Feed Me Your Obsession

Is Marco Marten actually asking for permission?Was this a sign of the end of the world?Normally, if he wanted her, he would simply take what he wanted. He would pin her beneath him and use her body however he pleased without caring whether she was ready or not.But now?His breathing was ragged. His forehead rested against hers while he waited, tense and restrained, as though her answer truly mattered.An ironic tickle pierced Hazel's chest. She grimaced slightly, nearly bursting into laughter in his face, but she held it back with all her might behind her mask of obedience.Hazel smiled sweetly. Slowly, the fingers of her free left hand moved down. She traced the fabric of Marco's trousers before her palm gently squeezed and stroked the hard, taut mound beneath.Ngggh...Marco trembled violently. A low, harsh moan escaped his grimaced lips. His gaze instantly clouded, filled with intense passion as he felt the gentle squeeze of Hazel's fingers.She turned her body slowly, embracing

57. Salt, Heat, and Obsession

Marco paused his spoon over the bowl of porridge. The man stared intently at the screen."Damn, bastard. His mind is far more disgusting and cruel than the devil's."Marco turned his head slowly. His sharp eyes carefully studied every change in expression on Hazel's face."You must be very surprised, aren't you?" Marco asked softly, his fingers carefully caressing the back of Hazel's injured hand. "After all... You were once bound as his little sister for years in the Sinclaire household."Hazel didn't answer immediately. There was a pause for a few seconds before she finally nodded slowly. "Y-yes... I didn't expect him to do something so cruel."However, Marco would never have seen the rapid beating of her heart, throbbing with a pure, incredibly violent sense of satisfaction. Hazel tilted her head slightly to the side, hiding a cold, victorious grin that was etched so sharply and terrifyingly at the corner of her lips.'Finally, my package has been opened to the world, hm? Enjoy you

58. Smoke Beneath the Lid

The rhythmic tapping of Hendrik's silver-ringed fingertips thumped against the cold metal table in the interrogation room.The sound echoed obnoxiously under the softly flickering fluorescent lights. Beside him, the slick-faced lawyer continued to flip through a thick stack of documents, ignoring the thick tension in the air.Hendrik looked nothing like a harassment suspect; he sat back with his legs crossed casually, as if waiting for his coffee order in a VIP lounge.The creaking sound of hinges broke the silence. The metal door to the room swung open. A bald-headed detective stepped in. The man's jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his temples twitched.He roughly tossed a thin folder onto the table. "You're free to go."The words were spat out with intense reluctance.The corners of Hendrik's lips suddenly turned upward, forming a condescending, symmetrical grin. He slowly rose to his feet. Before leaving, Hendrik deliberately stopped right beside the detective. His ha

59. Burned Around the Edges

My thumb moved up and down rhythmically across my phone screen, combing the search bar with the same keywords for the past ten minutes. No results found. I retyped his name: Hendrik Sinclaire arrested.The screen flickered, displaying a small loading circle before finally presenting an article about summer fashion trends and the release schedule for outdated lifestyle articles."Nothing."It was spotless, as if Hendrik's name had just been amputated from the digital search engine.Damn it.I'd taken the trouble to package up the digital files I'd collected over the past few years and send them to the desk of the prosecutor, who was rumored to be the most righteous and anti-bribery in town. But it seems I'd underestimated how deep the Sinclaire family's coffers could go in bypassing legal channels and silencing national newsrooms.Overnight, Hendrik's suspect status had been upended.I took a deep breath, suppressing a bitter, crooked smile. Well, it's okay. This wasn't a surprise. Des

60. A Daughter Left to Burn

Haa… this is really…My eyes glanced down, wincing slightly as I felt Mom's neat, shiny, and beautifully manicured nails dig deep into my wrist again. She must really love that spot, huh?What should I do now?Something slanted enough to render her speechless and willingly release her grip. Something strong and… ah, right, that's it.I stared straight into her dilated pupils. "Yes, you guys are embarrassing. So embarrassing."For the first two seconds, the world felt suddenly silent. The grip of Mom's nails on my skin loosened. Her eyes widened in tremors, while her lips trembled. "What… what did you say?""You guys are embarrassing," I repeated, deliberately making each syllable clear. "You guys are so~ fucking embarrassing. So, yes, I want to cut you off.""Take that back." Dad, who usually positioned himself as a silent pillar whenever Mom nagged me, suddenly took a step forward.The wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and for the first time in a long time, he spoke in a sentence l

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