《Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Alex’s POV I kept staring at my phone, the screen dark but the weight of it heavy in my hand. Six months in Paris, and I still checked it every day like a fool, hoping for something from Emily. Nothing ever came. Kael walked over and nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the locker room. “I don’t know how many hours you’ve been holding your phone and staring at the screen like that. Is there something you’re waiting for?” I slipped the phone into my bag, trying to act normal. “No, I just… I—” “Come on, you don’t have to tell me everything, but you can share it with me,” Kael said, sitting down on the bench beside me. “At least you need someone to talk to? I’m sure it’s about a girl. I accidentally overheard her name while you were sleep-talking at night.”The words started coming out before I could stop them. “What would you do if you impregnated your best friend’s sister? But on the other hand, you promised her brother that you w

Emily’s POV “So, what about your work?” Julian asked Will. “I heard you’ve been busy lately because you’re still adjusting to your company, right?” Will took a sip of his wine and nodded. “Well, I don’t really like business, but I have no choice. My dad only trusts me to continue his business. We also invested in your hockey team, you know” Julian’s eyes widened. “Oh, really? I just found out about that. Right now, I’m just focusing on training to join the international team. I’ll be joining them in a few days.” “In a few days?” I said, turning to Julian. “You didn’t even tell me, Mom, or Dad. We thought you’d already joined the team.” Julian shrugged, cutting into his steak. “Oh, about that, it’s hard to explain, but the coach said I’ll be transferred in a few days.” I noticed Will kept stealing glances at me across the table. His gaze felt too intense, too interested. It made me uncomfortable. I couldn’t just leave and disrespect Julian, but I wanted to be anywhere else. “B

Emily’s POV A week had passed since I finally heard Alex’s voice. I told Kara about it the next day, and she was even more excited than I was. “He called you? After six months? Em, that means he still cares!” she had said, her voice full of hope. I decided to follow Alex on Instagram. Whether it was a stupid decision or not, Alex had no reason to contact me if he was with someone right now, unless he was a playboy.“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Mrs. Anderson said as she walked into the studio. “I can see significant progress in your painting, as well as the colors you’ve chosen.”I looked up from the canvas, brush still in hand. “Ah, you could say that. I feel more alive now, a little more alive actually, and I have to finish what I started, right?”Mrs. Anderson smiled at me, her eyes warm. “That’s wonderful to hear. You’ve been working so hard. It shows in the brushstrokes. Keep that energy, Em. It suits you.”I nodded, dipping the brush back into the paint. “I’ll try. T

Emily’s POV I sat at the dinner table, pushing my food around with my fork. The smell of Mom’s cooking usually comforted me, but tonight it felt heavy. Dad cleared his throat, looking at me with concern. “Paris? Are you sure?” he said. “Paris is too far, Emily. If you want your painting to be displayed in the gallery, I can ask for it from one of my painter friends. You don’t have to go that far, alone.” Mom nodded, passing the rice bowl to Dad. “Your father is right. Why do you have to go to Paris if you only want your painting to be the longest in the gallery? Mrs. Anderson should be able to display your paintings in her gallery. There is no need to go to Paris to do that.” I stared at my plate, holding back my emotions. I didn’t understand why they could say that to me. “I know you’re worried. But this is a big opportunity. Mrs. Anderson’s friend invited me specifically. It’s not just any gallery. It’s in Paris.” Dad set his fork down. “No, you can’t go. I’ll call my friend

Emily’s POV I woke up to the sound of the studio door opening and Mrs. Anderson’s voice calling my name. “Emily, what are you doing here? Did you stay overnight?”I looked to the right and left, realizing Kara was no longer there. Maybe she had left and didn’t want to wake me up.“Ah yes I…” I started, but Mrs. Anderson found a backpack under my feet and approached me.“What’s wrong Em? What happened?” Mrs. Anderson asked, her voice full of concern.I took a deep breath. “I… Mrs. Anderson, if I agree to go to Paris, when can I go there?”Mrs. Anderson looked quite confused. She didn’t think I would say that. “Actually he can prepare a ticket for you anytime, because he really hopes you can work together faster, but I need to know what’s wrong with you Em?”“I agree!” I said quickly. “I will leave soon, but please don’t say anything to my family, I beg you Mrs. Anderson. This is my dream. I just want to do it at least once in my life.”I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, hopi