All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emily’s POV “Em? You’ve been staring at that same canvas for five minutes without blinking,” Pierre said gently, stepping up beside me and pulling me sharply out of my daze. “Something on your mind?” I jumped slightly, then forced a soft smile, glancing around at the visitors still drifting through the gallery—people stopping to admire the paintings, pointing out details, leaving with warm, pleased expressions. “Ah… no, it’s nothing important. Just my thoughts wandering a little further than I intended.” Pierre nodded, not pushing, though his eyes stayed knowing. “Speaking of visitors—Anderson texted ten minutes ago. She’s landed safely, but the jet lag hit her harder than she expected. She’s heading straight to her hotel to rest instead of coming here today. I invited her to a welcome dinner later instead. Would you like to tag along? She’d be happy to see you again.” “That’s so kind of you,” I said sincerely, “but this should be your time to catch up properly. Besides, Kara me

Emily’s POV For the first time since I’d arrived in Paris, I felt like I was actually seeing it—not just rushing between my apartment, the gallery, and the arena, wrapped up in worries and deadlines. Kara and I wandered for hours: along sun‑dappled boulevards, past iron‑railed balconies draped in flowers, over cobblestone bridges where the Seine glittered bright blue. We stopped at every little patisserie that caught our eye, took silly selfies in front of grand fountains, and laughed so hard at old memories that passersby glanced our way. This was exactly the kind of day I’d dreamed of—simple, bright, and full of my best friend—and I couldn’t quite believe it was finally real. By late afternoon, we sank into two wrought‑iron chairs outside a quiet sidewalk café, ordering cold lemonade and watching the world drift past. “So…” Kara leaned forward, swirling the ice in her glass. “How long are you planning to stay here, anyway? You never really said.” I rested my chin in my hand,

Emily’s POVThe taxi rolled quietly through the streets, and Kara leaned forward, talking animatedly about everything from the best bakeries in the city to the wildest rumors she’d heard back at campus. But my gaze was fixed on the passing buildings, my mind far away—looping back to the fight, the bruises on Alex’s face, Karen’s frantic lies, and the way Kael had looked at me like I’d betrayed him too.“Hey… Em?” Kara waved a hand gently in front of my face. “You haven’t heard a single word I just said, have you?”I blinked, turning to look at her, and offered a sheepish sigh. “I’m sorry. I just… my head’s too full right now.”“Still stuck on Karen and Alex, aren’t you?” she asked softly.“Yeah,” I admitted. “Everything feels off. Like none of this adds up the way it should, and I’m missing the biggest piece of the puzzle.”Kara studied me for a moment. “But how do you feel about Alex? Do you think he’s keeping something from you?”“Not at all,” I said firmly, without a second’s

Emily’s POV Kara’s eyes went wide and sharp the second Alex finished telling us what had happened at his door. “Completely lost it? That girl has been crazy about you for years, and now she’s gone absolutely off the rails! She’s not just hurt, Alex—she’s dangerous.” I sat forward on the sofa, my hands folded tight in my lap. “I think I need to talk to her. Face to face. I need to ask her exactly what she thinks she’s doing.” Alex turned to me quickly, his expression tight with worry. “Em… no. We have no idea what she’s capable of right now. She’s not thinking straight. And honestly?” He paused, running a hand roughly over his hair. “I’ve even thought about walking away from the team entirely. Just handing in my spot and stepping back.” “What?” I stared at him, shocked. “Why would you do that? None of this is your fault. And Kael… he’s being unfair, dragging his personal mess onto the ice and letting it affect everyone.” “I know it’s not right,” Alex said quietly. “Bu

Emily’s POV Pierre glanced between us, swirling his wine glass slowly, his tone casual but curious. “You two live in the same apartment building, right? I’d imagine you run into each other quite often—at the lobby, the elevators, maybe even the little café downstairs.” Will cut a piece of steak slowly, his knife making a soft click against the plate. He glanced up at me for a split second—eyes sharp, knowing—before looking back at Pierre with an easy smile. “Not nearly as often as you’d think. We both keep very busy schedules. I’m usually in meetings or traveling, and she’s always painting or at the gallery. Though… when our paths do cross, it’s always memorable.” I gripped my napkin tighter under the table, saying nothing. Mrs. Anderson leaned forward, her face bright with genuine delight. “Pierre told me all about this wonderful collaboration you’ve agreed to, Emily! Will is offering you such an incredible opportunity—exclusive patronage, all your work supported, shown in spa