Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

She sighs, dramatic. “How fresh it is. How it’s cooked. Whether I’ve had antihistamines. My mood. Whether Mercury’s in retrograde. You know the usual.”

–

I chuckle and press a kiss to her hair. “So basically, no shrimp.”

“Basically,” she mutters. She sounds properly mournful. “I’ll just get rice.”

I glance at her. “You want to spend eight hundred dollars on something we can boil in fifteen minutes at home?”

She shivers a little – not from the cold. I smirk wider. She’s easier to

read than she thinks.

“You know what?” she says, deadly serious. “Next date night, we’re getting McDonald’s.”

“I’m on a diet,” I reply. Then shrug. “Ish. And weren’t you the one who said dates should be at fancy places with candlelight and overpriced table water?” someone I’ve seen here more than once

–

The waitress comes by to take our order, I do the honours. Emilia doesn’t stop me, but I swear I can hear the calculator whirring in her brain the second she guesses the price

She really should stop worrying so much. What’s the point of having a millionaire for a future husband if she’s not collecting the perks of being a millionaire’s future wife?

She’s a strange one. Mine, though.

“I take it back,” she says. “Are we really just going to cat? What’s so fun about this?”

I raise a brow. “Spending time with me, obviously.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Eh. I’d rather be watching Confidential Family.”

“Even you don’t believe that.”

“What? It’s a good show!”

“It’s nonsense,” I say. “I’ve watched five episodes and I still don’t know what’s going on.”

“That’s because it’s not for shallow minds,” she says, eyes twinkling.

I laugh. “It’s not for minds at all. What even is the plot?”

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