Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

“Hey,” he says softly, brows pulling together. “Why are you apologising?”

His eves search mine, and I feel the air still between us.

“And why are your eyes red?” he adds, his voice quieter now, more careful. Like he’s afraid of the answer.

I shake my head before I can think too hard about it. He’s holding gift bags in one hand and draped over the crook of his other arm is the black dress the one he made me try on weeks ago. I never took it home.

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My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to. “You got me more stuff?”

The worry in his eyes doesn’t fade, but he doesn’t press. “Someone has to.”

I frown. “Liam.”

He doesn’t answer. Just steps closer and pulls me in, and I think he’s going to hug me. But then he exhales – long and quiet — and I realise he’s trying to peek over my shoulder.

“Is this what got you worked up?” His voice is gentle, not mocking. Just trying to understand. “The photo book?”

I don’t answer,

“Help me out, baby,” he murmurs. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know why it hurts.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I lie, a little too fast.

“Sure, love.”

I try to pull away, but his chin is already hooked over my shoulder, his arm banded around my waist like a seatbelt. I hear the pages flipping behind me, the soft sounds of him thumbing through the photo album.

“Liam, let go,” I yelp, twisting against him.

“No.” He flips another page. “You don’t want me to buy you things, and that’s what got you upset? Seriously?”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” I mutter. “I can take care of myself.”

He laughs quietly, not unkindly. A sound that vibrates against my back.

“I know you can. That’s not even a question. But I want to take care of you. That’s the part you never let sink in.”

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