Todos os capítulos de The Ice King Is My Roommate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Emma The dinner at the Hayes mansion is rather awkward. I try my best to ease my nerves, but I finally relax when I meet Richard Hayes.He doesn’t seem as scary as I thought he would be. Yes, he is straightforward, and he clearly doesn’t like me being Luca’s girlfriend.However, I enjoy giving him fitting answers to his taunting questions, and everyone around us seems to notice. I have no intention of disrespecting him or anyone in Luca’s family, so I keep my answers simple and short.I step into the kitchen with his stepmother while the kids run around the kitchen island, chasing each other.I laugh as I watch both of them being naughty, then ask Luca’s stepmother, “Do you ever get tired?”She sighs deeply with a chuckle. “Don’t even ask.”After a brief pause, she continues, “I sometimes cry to Richard at night.”My smile quickly disappears when I hear Richard Hayes’ name. It’s clear that Luca doesn’t adore his father, and they don’t share a loving bond.“Is Mr. Hayes always like th

Luca I stare at the clock for the fifth time in five minutes, but it’s still three in the morning. With a deep sigh, I glance toward her bedroom door and get back on my feet.Instead of returning to my room, I stop outside hers, hesitating for a moment before slowly turning the doorknob. I peek inside and find her sleeping peacefully in bed.I step inside, careful not to wake her, and my eyes immediately settle on her face. So fucking pretty.My heart starts beating faster, and I have no idea why.Why is this happening? I’m still confused, still frustrated by the feelings I can’t seem to understand.My gaze shifts to her desk, where papers are scattered around her computer. Her glasses rest on top of them, while the laptop screen remains blank.When I look back at her, I notice a strand of hair has fallen across her face, blocking my view. I crouch beside the bed and carefully brush it away. My fin

 EmmaI wake up with Luca’s voice still in my head.Us.The word comes back to me before I even open my eyes, followed immediately by the memory of his lips against mine. I lie still for a moment, staring at the ceiling as everything from last night comes rushing back—the argument, the things he admitted, the way he looked at me before he kissed me, and the certainty in his voice when he told me there was no longer anything fake between us.I turn onto my side and pull the blanket closer, wishing I could somehow hide from my own thoughts.Last night changed something between us. I know it did. The problem is that I have no idea how I’m supposed to act now.For weeks, Luca has been my fake boyfriend. We have rules for everything. We know when to hold hands, when to act affectionate, and when to keep our distance. Even our kisses used to have an excuse attached to them. Now there is no e

 EmmaThe moment my eyes open, the publisher’s email flashes through my mind, bringing a smile to my face. I turn my head and find Luca sleeping peacefully beside me, his hair slightly messy against the pillow. As if sensing me looking at him, his eyes slowly open, and the moment he sees the bright smile on my face, his lips curve into one of his own.“What are you smiling about?” he asks, his voice still rough with sleep.“The email,” I whisper, unable to hide my excitement. “They want my manuscript.”“Yes, doll face. But our monthly exams are next week.” His words catch me off guard, and I suddenly remember that I have to start studying for them too.I’ve been so overwhelmed by everything happening at once that I completely forgot about my upcoming lectures, assignments, and all the other things I need to sort out before the end of the week. I groan

Luca My phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I woke up.My screen lights up again with a message from one of my teammates.Then another arrives from a group chat, followed by a link to a sports page featuring a photograph of Emma and me leaving the arena. The headline is even more ridiculous than the captions.Championship Captain Luca Hayes Celebrates His Biggest Win With Mystery Girlfriend.Mystery girlfriend.I almost laugh. There’s nothing mysterious about Emma to me anymore. I know how she takes her coffee, how she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s concentrating, and how she talks to herself when she’s trying to work through a difficult scene in her manuscript. I know the expression she makes when she’s about to tease me and the way she reaches for my hand when she thinks I’m not paying attention.Yet, to everyone else, she’s suddenly a headline.Instead, I