Todos los capítulos de His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Is this… what they call “I gave him a crumb, and he came back asking for the whole loaf”?Ha… doesn’t he think I should be resting at this hour, but now I'm entertaining him by accepting his sudden call?My eyes started to burn. I took a deep breath, faking a yawn. “I’m sleepy. Can we continue tomorrow? We can video call tomorrow.”“Hm? Already sleepy again?” His voice was pleading again, full of reluctance. “I still want to talk to you for a long time.”“I’m sleepy, Marco,” I insisted, my voice almost breaking at the end of the sentence.There was a moment of silence on the other end, before he finally relented. “Okay. Go to sleep. I understand.”As soon as the call ended, the phone screen went black again. At the same time, my chest suddenly felt tight, as if a concrete block had been dropped directly on my lungs. I pounded my own chest with trembling fists, slapping them hard to dispel the pain clogging my throat.A soft knock on the door stopped me. The door opened slowly, reveali

Jonah leaned back, looking up and staring straight into the blinding fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He didn't blink, letting his eyes sting slightly, while the same question played over and over in his head like a broken record."Why?"Since his teenage years, Jonah had been acutely aware of his strict boundaries regarding personal space. He wasn't the type of man who enjoyed physical touch. For Jonah, now thirty-five, the touch of others, even his own family, sometimes felt like rough sandpaper scraping against his skin, except, of course, for a select few.The question was, was Hazel one of them now?Even from the first day they met at the restaurant for that ridiculous arranged matchmaking meeting, he hadn't felt any alarm emanating from his body. Somehow, Hazel's presence brought a strange sense of calm. She gave him comfortable breathing space, like an old friend who knew him inside and out.Jonah let out a long sigh. "Hazel is practically my best friend now. Someone who trul

"Why?"The question slipped past Jonah's lips.Honestly, his brain refused to process the string of sentences he had just heard. For years, he had been a living witness to how much Brent and Elena adored each other. He had stood faithfully by during their courtship, forced a genuine smile when they got engaged, and swallowed his broken heart whole watching them tie the knot at the altar a year ago.They were the very definition of the relationship he had always dreamed of.Then suddenly, the wall of perfection crumbled, and the news came straight from Brent's own mouth.Jonah couldn't help but assume the worst. Was Elena cheating on him? Was there a fatal, unforgivable issue?But with a clenched jaw, he forced down the wild speculations in his head. He waited silently for Brent to explain himself, knowing deep down that neither Brent nor Elena were capable of such malice.Brent turned slowly toward him. The man cracked a faint smile. He stared Jonah straight in the eyes, completely un

I took a slow, measured breath.Yes. Of course I know he doesn't love me, damn it. This is a transactional marriage. But why was this stranger standing in my hospital room, so brazenly throwing it in my face? What gave him the right?Before I could fire off my thought, he leaned in."I don't want Jonah to force himself into a marriage he doesn't want at all,"He said softly and gently, but why did it feel like a razor's edge to me?"So, I won't beat around the bush with you. Please... leave Jonah."I exhaled a shaky breath, rolling my eyes up toward the stark white ceiling.Wow. This is truly unbelievable.A dark, bitter laugh began to boil at the back of my throat. Who exactly did this man think he was? Why did he suddenly feel entitled to step in and direct the course of my life? He wasn't some aristocratic mother-in-law, nor was he a betrayed partner catching a cheating lover red-handed. On what grounds did he dare demand I leave Jonah?His words were as ridiculous as they were inf

Jonah’s large hands cupped my face, applying a gentle pressure. He tilted my chin up, forcing my lowered gaze to lock with his."What kind of person do you think I am, Haze?""Huh?" I blinked, my lips pursed slightly from the pressure of his palms squishing my cheeks."I promised to marry you," his voice was unwavering. "Whether this is a real marriage or just fulfilling a clause in a paper contract, our promise is what matters most. I will not break it."I stared intently into his gray eyes. Right. Jonah was exactly that kind of man. Slowly, a faint, reassuring smile graced his handsome features."Is that true?" I asked, masking my relief with sarcasm. "Even if Madison gets divorced from his wife and comes crawling back to confess his love to you... you'll still marry me, right?""Of course." Jonah nodded without missing a beat."Good. You're a wise man," I replied, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. "Later, after I'm no longer in this world, you can meet him then.”“Hey,”“But if pos