Todos os capítulos de The Ice King Is My Roommate: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 27

EmmaI decide to surprise Luca because, after everything he has been through lately, I think he deserves one evening where he doesn’t have to think about hockey, reporters, his father, or what comes next.The championship has changed everything for him.Between the game, the interviews, the photographs, and everyone suddenly knowing about us, he hasn’t really had a chance to breathe.So when I wake up this morning, I decide I’m going to make tonight about him.Nothing extravagant, just something personal.And I start with the cake.I stand in the kitchen staring at the recipe on my phone while flour covers almost every available surface.The bowl in front of me looks nothing like the neat baking videos I watched last night, and I’m beginning to question whether cake batter is supposed to look this suspicious.I dip the spoon into the mixture and taste it.I immediately regret it.“Too sweet,” I mutter, reaching for the sugar container before remembering that I already added the sugar.

 Emma The arena is still buzzing with the excitement of the championship when Luca finally finds me after the celebration. His hair is damp from the locker room, his jersey still clinging to him, and the smile on his face makes it impossible for me not to smile back. He reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers before leading me toward the VIP section. Where are we going?” I ask, glancing toward the VIP section as he leads me in that direction. “To see my father.” My smile fades slightly when I spot Richard Hayes standing near the entrance. He looks exactly as composed as he did before the game, as though his son hasn’t just won the biggest championship of his college career. Luca doesn’t hesitate. He walks straight toward him with me beside him, our fingers still intertwined. 

EmmaI keep staring at the closed file between us, unable to decide whether I’m more afraid of what Richard knows or what he intends to do with it.My fingers remain pressed against the cover as I finally look up at him. “What are you going to do with this?”Richard studies me from across the desk, his expression unreadable. He takes another slow drag from his cigar before resting it in the crystal ashtray.“That depends on you.”My stomach twists. “So this is a threat?”“No.” His answer comes calmly, almost casually. “It’s an explanation.”I let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You investigated my entire life, found things I never told anyone, and put them in a file in front of me. I’m not sure what else you would call it.”Richard doesn’t react to my accusation. Instead, he folds his hands together on the desk and looks at me with