Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 203

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Chapter 203

As soon as it’s out, I know I’ve either made a fatal misstep or we were never on the same page to begin with.

His jaw ticks. “That’s not why I stopped you.” He tips his chin towards a nearby bucket just across the way. “They’ve got roses over there.”

I follow his gaze rich, red roses sitting smugly in their buckets, every inch the cliché. My lips part in a soft “oh.” When I glance back, his eyes are already narrowed on me.

“So what’s this about them not smelling all that good?” he presses.

I make a show of wandering over to the carnations instead, like I’m deeply invested in the fate of baby’s breath. It really is too

embarrassing to say aloud, so I ignore him. “You’re right. They are very pretty to look at.”

But Liam’s footsteps fall in line with mine, stubborn as ever. “You don‘ t like flowers?”

“I never said that.”

“Didn’t you?” His disbelief is practically a challenge. “Go on then. Pick one.”

“One?” I spin on him, spluttering. “There are about two hundred.”

His smile tilts, wicked and lazy all at once. “And here I thought a woman who loved flowers wouldn’t be overwhelmed. Go on. Pick your favourite. Otherwise…” He leans in, close enough that I catch the warmth of his breath. “I’ll just buy them all.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You can’t buy an entire stall, Liam.”

“Can’t I?” His brow arches, cocky and beautiful, before he turns casually to the vendor. “Excuse me? How much for everything you’ve got?”

The teenage boy manning the stall – who’d been half–asleep until now -nearly drops his calculator, his face lighting up like Christmas morning.

“Wait —” I grab Liam’s arm, laughing despite myself. “You’re not actually serious.”

He looks down at me, utterly straight–faced. “Dead serious. If it takes every last daisy and tulip here to make you admit you want flowers, then so be it.”

My laugh gets caught somewhere between my throat and chest. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe.” His smile softens, that dangerous mix of playful and sincere. “But then, so is pretending you don’t want something just because you‘ re scared someone might give it to you.”