Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202

EMILIA

The vendor is beaming at him, probably because Liam is arguing over strawberries like it’s a playoff final. I lean against his arm, watching his hand gesture animatedly while he charms the poor woman into throwing in an extra pint “just because the missus looks like she deserves it.”

Missus. I don’t stand a chance.

By the time he’s finished, he’s swinging a paper bag full of strawberries in one hand, mine still trapped in the other.

“Do you flirt with every fruit seller, or just the ones with discounts?” I mutter.

His grin is shameless. “Only the ones who give me extra because you smiled.”

I groan, dragging my free hand down my face. “You’re insufferable.”

“Mm,” he hums, leaning close until his nose brushes my temple, voice dropping low so only I hear it. “And you love me anyway.”

I do. God help me, I do.

“And since when do you even know how to haggle?” I jab his arm. “You don’t look the type.”

“What too polished? Too much of a rich city boy?”

“Yes, exactly that.”

He smirks, then goes oddly thoughtful. “Well, I’m not that much of a stereotype. Honestly, I owe most of it to Julie. She had enough screws loose to give me a personality. And weird hobbies. Wedding crashing just to bet on what flavour the cake was. Farmer’s market haggling because she’d ‘accidentally‘ come up three dollars short. Even doxxing creeps who said predatory shit online. That was just a Tuesday night for her.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “She’s so freaking cool.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that. It’ll go straight to her head and never come down,” he says with a careless grin. “She’d dream up the most insane plans, and I’d be too terrified to let her do them alone. So I tagged along. Truthfully? I don’t think I’ve had a single original life experience.”

“Not even fake dating a broke baker?”

His lips twitch. “That one was new.

“You’re not even going to deny it? Not even a, ‘you’re not broke, Emilia, don’t be so dramatic‘?”

He squeezes my hand, eyes glinting. “What’s mine is yours, love.”

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