บททั้งหมดของ Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 96

Kaya’s POV My heart pounds as the medical staff and players lift Flynn onto a stretcher. Panic prickles along my spine. “Wait!” I call, pushing past Riley, who’s trying to step in. “I don’t need your help!” Riley freezes, her eyes narrowing. “Kaya–” “No! Just…stay out!” I snap, locking the clinic door behind everyone. Relief and fear war in my chest as I lean over Flynn. His body is still, but I can’t stop myself from brushing the hair from his forehead. Then his eyes snap open. “Whoa!” I jump back, and before I can react, he grabs me, pulling me onto his chest. My mind freezes, my cheeks burning hotter than the stadium lights outside. “Flynn! Get off me!” I stammer, trying to push him gently, but he holds me with surprising strength, his eyes dark “I… I’ve been waiting all morning to do this,” he murmurs, lips hovering just above mine. I blink, heart hammering. “Wait… did you faint on purpose? The coach won’t let you play if something’s wrong!” He frowns, sitting up slightly

Kaya’s POV The stadium noise fades into a dull roar as Diamond clings to Flynn like she owns him. My breath stutters. My face burns with humiliation, on national TV, with thousands of cameras and millions watching. I swallow hard and take a step back. I can’t stand here and let this be the image broadcast everywhere, Flynn Fetcher, golden boy of the field, holding another woman while I look like an idiot in the stands. I turn to leave, but then Flynn moves. His arms stiffen, and in one sharp motion, he pushes Diamond off him. She stumbles back, confused, her smile collapsing as the cameras flash in her face. Flynn’s gaze snaps upward, right to me and my heart stops. For a moment, it feels like the stadium goes silent. Like the only sound left is my heartbeat slamming against my ribs. Flynn’s expression softens into relief, determination, and something else that makes my stomach flip. And then he runs. Straight toward me. Up the steps, ignoring the reporters shouting, ignoring

Kaya POV Riley’s scream is still echoing faintly through the chandelier-lit dining room when I lean forward, fold my hands on the table, and tilt my head at her. She is frozen with the leather bill folder clenched between her fingers. Her eyes flick from the number to the waiter, then to Tom, and then to me. Her entire face looks like someone just unplugged her from reality. “Why did you scream like that?” I ask softly, letting my voice carry just enough for the table to hear. “Is there a problem? Or can’t you afford it?” Riley snaps her mouth shut, forces a smile, and lifts her chin. “Afford it? Of course I can afford it,” she says, even though her voice trembles. “Don’t be silly, Kaya.” “Then pay it,” one of the teammates mutters under his breath. Color floods Riley’s cheeks. She straightens her back and turns to the waiter with a grand wave of her hand. “You can put it on my father’s tab,” she says. “He will handle it, as always. He practically owns this entire block.” The w