All Chapters of The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Let them talk

IVY'S POV The days after Ronan’s sleepy confession settled into a new kind of rhythm.Mornings started with soft kisses and quiet conversations in bed. Afternoons filled with careful rehab sessions and shared laughter. Evenings brought deeper talks and lingering touches that made my heart feel full in ways I’d never experienced before. The love we’d admitted to each other had changed the air in the penthouse, making everything feel warmer, more intentional.That particular afternoon, I was updating Ronan’s progress notes on my laptop while he rested on the couch, watching old game footage with the volume low. Every now and then he’d glance over at me with that soft look that still made my stomach flutter. I smiled back, warmth spreading through my chest. We were learning how to exist in this space together — love and recovery woven into the same quiet days.My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up absently, expecting another message from a friend checking in. Instead, m

Just worried

IVY'S POV The media storm refused to die down.Even two days later, new articles kept popping up, each one more speculative than the last. I tried to limit how often I checked my phone, but the notifications still slipped through. Ronan noticed every time my expression changed. He’d reach for my hand or pull me closer without saying anything, offering silent comfort that meant more than words.That afternoon, we were sitting on the couch together. I had my legs tucked under me while he worked through some light seated core exercises. The TV played low in the background, but neither of us was paying attention. His hand kept finding mine between sets, thumb brushing gently over my knuckles like a reminder that we were in this together.My phone rang suddenly, cutting through the quiet. I glanced at the screen and my stomach dropped.It was my mom.I hesitated for half a second before answering, putting it on speaker so Ronan could hear. “Hey, Mom.”“Ivy Grace Summers,” my mother’s vo

Every single one

IVY'S POV The days were starting to blur together in the sweetest way possible.After the difficult call with my parents and the relentless media noise, Ronan and I had fallen into a gentle routine that felt like our own private sanctuary. Mornings began with soft kisses and whispered good mornings. Afternoons were filled with careful rehab and quiet conversations. Evenings brought us closer, wrapped up on the couch or in bed, holding each other through the uncertainty that still waited outside.That particular afternoon, the penthouse was filled with warm sunlight streaming through the tall windows. I was organizing the medical supplies on the side table, making sure everything was stocked for the next few days, when Ronan wheeled himself over from the bedroom area. He had a small, almost shy smile on his face that immediately caught my attention.“You look like you’re up to something,” I said, tilting my head with a playful smile.“Maybe I am.” He reached out and took my hand, t

We would go slow

IVY'S POV The playlist Ronan made for me had become our constant soundtrack over the past few days.I listened to it while preparing his mid-morning snack, the soft melodies filling the penthouse and reminding me of how deeply he saw me. Ronan sat at the island watching me, a small but determined look on his face that I’d come to recognize as his “I’m ready to push myself” expression.“I’ve been thinking,” he said suddenly, setting down his water glass. “I want to try standing with the crutches today. Not full weight, just testing balance. I feel like I need to do something more than seated work.”I turned to him, wiping my hands on a towel. A mix of excitement and worry swirled in my chest. “Are you sure? The doctor said we should wait a little longer before progressing to standing.”“I know what they said,” he replied, voice steady. “But I’ve been stuck in this chair long enough. I need to feel like I’m moving forward, even if it’s just a few seconds. With you here, I know I’ll be

Don't carry that guilt

IVY'S POV The guilt had been building since yesterday’s attempt at standing.I tried to push it down while I prepared Ronan’s morning meds and a light breakfast, but it kept creeping back in. Every time I glanced at his knee — still elevated, still showing faint bruising from the extra strain — the voice in my head grew louder.What if I let him push too far because I wanted to see him succeed? What if our relationship is clouding my professional judgment?Ronan was still asleep when I brought the tray over, his face peaceful in the soft morning light. I set everything down gently and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him for a moment. The man I loved looked so strong even in rest, yet I couldn’t stop wondering if my feelings were making me less careful with him.He stirred, eyes opening slowly. That soft smile appeared as soon as he saw me. “Best way to wake up,” he murmured, reaching for my hand.I squeezed his fingers, but the guilt twisted tighter in my chest. “How’s the kne

Pretty good so far

IVY'S POV The idea came to me while I was organizing the kitchen that afternoon.We had been through so much — media storms, team pressure, painful nights, and beautiful confessions. Through all of it, our relationship had grown in small, stolen moments inside these walls. But we had never had anything that felt like a real date. No planned evening. No special effort. Just us navigating recovery and love at the same time.Tonight, I wanted to change that.While Ronan took a nap after his midday exercises, I moved quietly around the penthouse. I found a white tablecloth in one of the cabinets and spread it over the dining table near the windows. I dimmed the main lights and set out candles I’d ordered online during one of my quick grocery runs — soft cream-colored ones that gave off a gentle glow when lit. I arranged fresh flowers I’d picked up yesterday in a simple vase at the center.The menu was simple but thoughtful: grilled salmon with lemon herb sauce, roasted vegetables, ga

Love every part of you

IVY'S POV The warmth from our candlelight date lingered long after the plates were cleared and the candles burned low.We had moved to the couch, my body curled carefully against Ronan’s good side while the playlist played softly in the background. His arm rested around my shoulders, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. The city lights sparkled beyond the windows, but inside our world felt small, safe, and full of quiet magic.I tilted my head up to look at him. His expression was peaceful, but there was a distant look in his eyes that hadn’t been there during dinner. Like something heavy was sitting just beneath the surface.“You okay?” I asked softly, running my fingers along his jaw.He was quiet for a moment, then let out a slow breath. “Yeah. Just… thinking about family stuff tonight. The conversation with your parents earlier brought some things up.”I shifted slightly so I could see his face better. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”Ronan shook his h

What happened?

IVY'S POV The emotional weight from Ronan’s confessions about his father had left us both feeling closer, but also drained in a quiet way.The next morning, I woke up determined to do something normal. The penthouse had everything we needed for basic meals, but we were running low on fresh produce and a few essentials. Ronan was still sleeping peacefully when I slipped out of bed. I left a note on the nightstand telling him I’d be back soon and that I loved him, then quietly got ready.I kept my outfit simple — leggings, an oversized hoodie, and a baseball cap pulled low. My plan was to slip out, grab what we needed from the small gourmet market two blocks away, and return before anyone noticed. Just a quick, normal errand. Something to remind myself that life still existed outside these walls.Ronan stirred as I was tying my shoes. “Where are you going?” he asked, voice sleepy.“Groceries,” I replied, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “We need vegetables and some more protein sha

Jealous much?

IVY'S POV The days after the paparazzi incident had settled into a careful kind of normal.We were getting better at ignoring the constant buzz of notifications and the growing pile of articles. Ronan focused more on his recovery, and I focused on keeping our little world inside the penthouse peaceful. That afternoon, the sun was pouring through the windows while I helped him with a light balance exercise using the stability ball. His progress was steady, even after the recent strain, and every small improvement made my heart feel lighter.A knock on the door interrupted us mid-set. Ronan frowned slightly as I went to answer it.When I opened the door, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a Defenders hoodie stood there with a big grin. He looked familiar — one of Ronan’s old teammates I’d seen in photos.“Hey, I’m Jax Rivera,” he said, extending a hand. “Came to check on the big guy. Brought some snacks and terrible jokes to cheer him up.”I smiled and shook his hand. “Ivy Summers. Come

You're so beautiful

IVY'S POV The evening felt heavier than usual after Jax’s visit.Ronan had been quieter since his old teammate left, the jealousy fading but leaving behind a lingering restlessness. I could see it in the way he shifted on the couch, the way his hand kept flexing like he wanted to move but couldn’t. The minor strain from standing the other day was still bothering him, making even small adjustments difficult.I finished cleaning up from dinner and walked over to him, resting my hands gently on his shoulders. “You’ve been tense all evening. Let me help you wash up tonight. A proper shower. Not just the quick one we’ve been doing.”He looked up at me, something vulnerable flickering in his ice-blue eyes. “You sure? After everything with the media and my stupid jealousy today… I don’t want to make you feel like you have to.”“I don’t have to,” I said softly, brushing my fingers through his hair. “I want to. I want to take care of you. All of you.”He searched my face for a long moment, t

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