All Chapters of The Hockey Legend's Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Violetta I blinked, lowering my eyes to avoid his gaze. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I forced my eyes back up to meet his. There was nothing! He... definitely wasn't thinking that way. Right. I caught his eyes, and saw the unwavering look of anger, possessiveness, and a subtle hint of jealousy. That wasn't it. Definitely not. I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Why shouldn't he have it?"Jude frowned, his eyes darkening. "You are fine with him having it?" he stepped closer, closing the little gap between us. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally settled on a word. "Why?"Heat rose onto the nape of my neck, and I could hardly breathe. Taking the last bit of strength I had in me, I pushed him. I turned the other way, forcing a smile onto my face, while trying to steady my breathing. "It's only for official business, it's not that big of a deal," I said. Silence stretched out between us for a few seconds, and when I turned to catch his eyes, I could see him step back a fe

Violetta I grabbed my bag, and turned but his voice stopped me. “I hope you'll keep to your words,” he said. I turned to meet his eyes but his head was already buried in the paper, signing the document without a second of hesitation. I gulped, tilting my head slightly. It didn't seem like he had some prejudice anymore, it looked more deliberatea. This wasn't just because he was pissed about what happened years ago, it seemed something actually happened. Jace slid the document to my side, and I picked it up. I skeemed through it briefly, confirming the signature were in the right places before looking up to meet his gaze. “Thank you,” I said but he didn't answer. Only relaxed in his chair as he looked towards the one-way mirror at the door. I forced a smile on my face, and stepped out of the place. I picked up my phone from my pockets, dialing Kelvin. The call rang, once, twice, thrice but he didn't pick. Weird. My brows furrowed. But the call soon disconnected, and a

Violetta The match, playing again fight before my eyes. I hadn't noticed any phones when I was there but apparently, someone was able to get a video. I had praised what he had done when I was still there, but now I'm looking at this video. He had trained more than I thought. The one I watched was only the tip of the iceberg. His skills had grown to rival only a few people. At the start of the match, the puck was slipping from Jude's hands, so much so that he almost slammed his stick on the ice. However, talent overpowered him, Jude managed to save the game, and get a win for himself. A seamless play from Alaric with no single mistake from his side, but he still ended up losing to Jude in terms of skill, and technique. I closed the phone, and dropped it on the desk. Watching this match again made me realize one thing. Alaric had indeed changed, he had put in the effort, and was no longer the same person as before. My phone binged, and it was a message from Jude. I didn

Violetta "Violetta," Kelvin called from the other end of the phone but I couldn't pay him any mind. My ticket to enter was already right before my eyes. "Sorry, what did you say?" I asked to be sure I hadn't started hallucinating from the deprivation of being left out. "I once studied in Jale?" he asked, his voice slightly raised, and a smile immediately spread across my face. I hadn't heard him wrong, he really was my ticket into entering Jale. "Why did you ask?" he asked, but I could only stare at my saviour, and picture how to thank him, and tell him to bring me in without making him suspect my intentions. "Did you hear me?" he asked, raising his hands. "Violetta," Kelvin half-yelled from the other end of the phone, and I was forced to pull the phone away. "Why are you screaming?" I asked, rubbing my ear with my other hand. Andrew's eyes drifted between the phone in my hand, and my face and a slow smile spread across his face. "I didn't realize you were busy, let'

Violetta We arrived at the archives and I could only watch from a corner as Andrew spoke to the lady at the counter. From his words, I could deduce that he had been coming here for a while now. It now made sense why the guard knew him, and why it was so easy for him to turn hostile to him. Andrew took a while with the lady at the corner although she couldn't stop taking a few glances at me. So much so that I didn't even dare to start looking at the documents before my eyes. She shot me a final glance, and I tried to keep her eyes, but it wasn't hostile anymore, rather curious. That felt weird. My hand tightened around the shelves as the realization hit me. I didn't want to be asked questions. I looked back to Andrew even though it was his back that faced me, and at the corner of my eyes I could finally see her eyes dropping. A low sigh escaped my lips. "I've spoken to her," he said, and I gave a curt nod. I took another glance at her before retreating into the endless stre