FAKING IT WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S COUSIN THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

LILIAN“What?” I asked Fiona as she stepped into the emergency room.“You heard me right,” she said, glancing in my direction. “You’re not compatible with him.”“What do you mean? How the hell do you know my blood type and whether I’m compatible with Alex?” I asked, staring at her and waiting for an explanation.She stared at me for a moment before shrugging. “I mean, I just wanted to be the one to donate blood to Alex,” she said. “I owe him.”She reached into her pocket and pulled out some cash. “I have enough money to cover his medical bills,” she said, her voice pleading. “Please, just start the operation.”We were taken into a room where our blood types were checked, our blood samples were also screened. I couldn’t donate to Alex because our blood types weren’t compatible.Strange.How did Fiona know she could donate to Alex?I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen. The competition had already started, and the Westbrooks had been reinstated.I sighed and rubbed my temples a

LILIANI held Alex's hand as we left the hospital, but he barely spoke as we walked toward the street. His hand felt cold, and the worry on his face made it obvious that he was thinking about his mother. I stayed beside him, unsure of what to say without making things worse.We stopped at a phone store, where Alex bought a new phone to replace the one he had lost in the accident. He also got a replacement SIM card with his old number and inserted it into the new device. I watched him quietly, wondering if there was anything I could do to make him feel better."Let's go eat," I said, pointing toward a restaurant at the far end of the street.Alex shook his head as we continued walking with our hands intertwined. "I'm not hungry."I didn't argue because I understood that food was probably the last thing on his mind."But I know you're hungry," he said, glancing at me.I looked away because my stomach had been hurting for hours, but I didn't want to admit it."I'm not hungry," I insisted

LILIANI walked out of the bedroom after Alex asked me to use the guest room, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. I wanted to stay and ask him why he was suddenly treating me this way, but I couldn't bring myself to face another rejection. If he wanted space, I would give it to him.The guest room was downstairs, so I walked toward the living room with my eyes fixed on the floor. As I passed the dining area, I noticed Alex's phone lying on the table. I stopped when I saw a message from Chelsea on the screen.My heart stumbled as I read it. Alex had told me he was going to Michael's apartment, but apparently, he had gone to see his ex instead. "What a fun time they must have had," I muttered as I placed the phone back on the table, blinking rapidly to keep my tears from falling.I walked into the guest room and sat on the mattress, staring blankly at the wall. Memories of the moments I had shared with Alex flooded my mind, making it difficult to hold myself together. I pul

LILIAN“John Westbrooks,” I muttered as he removed the mask. “Why the hell are you driving a taxi?”He stared at me for a moment before laughing. “What did Alex do to you that made you look like trash?”“What the hell do you and your father want from me?” I asked, pushing his hands away as I reached for the passenger door. I pulled the handle once, then again, but the door wouldn't open.I pressed the unlock button and tried the handle again, but nothing happened. I turned toward John, my fingers still wrapped around the handle, and saw him watching me through the rearview mirror.“What do you mean, my dad?” he asked, the laughter disappearing from his face. His eyes widened as he stared at me, and I froze at the shock in his expression.I stared at him, wondering if he truly had no idea what I meant. If John didn't know his father had kidnapped me weeks ago, then why was I sitting in this taxi with him?“Nothing,” I said, turning my face away.John suddenly laughed again, his voice f

LILIANI collapsed to the ground, my head spinning as my body went weak. I could still hear John and Mrs. Westbrooks talking, but their voices sounded distant.John rushed toward me and held my head upright, but I suddenly pushed him away when panic took over.Mrs. Westbrooks walked toward me and stopped a few steps away.“Who are you?” she asked, her voice strangely unsteady.I slowly opened my eyes and stared at her, unable to shake the feeling that I had seen her before.Then something inside me shifted.I was taken back to my younger self, standing in a place I couldn't fully recognize. Mrs. Westbrooks looked exactly like the woman in that memory, the woman who had hurt me when I was younger and forced me to work while saying cruel things to me.My breath caught as another part of the memory surfaced.I saw myself as a little girl, my cheek burning after a slap, someone shoved me hard enough to send me to the ground. I watched my younger self touch the injured side of my face, and