Todos os capítulos de Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Flynn’s POV After Kaya leaves the apartment, the first thing I feel is pain. A slow, pounding ache behind my temples, like something heavy is pressing against the inside of my skull. I groan and force my eyes open. The room is dim, the only light coming from the skyline. I lift an arm and press my hand against my forehead. My head throbs. My chest feels tight. My system reports that I am still only charged at 50. I lie there staring at the ceiling, replaying those last moments in the garage. Kaya’s voice, her expression, the question she asked me about the car. The way my vision fractured, the world glitching between the present and the past I think. She avoided mentioning her question when I woke up, and I know exactly why. She is scared that it was her fault. She thinks she triggered something dangerous. And maybe she did. Maybe she got too close to whatever is breaking inside me.And that is the exact reason why I can’t tell her. She has sacrificed everything to build me,

So tell me what do you think of this new development? Will Kaya and Flynn get closer? Will they tell each other the truth soon and figure this glitch out together. And on Kaya finally being seen? I love relatable characters because we have all been through that stage. Where we meet people, friends and relationships and you don’t feel seen, like you're not even noticed. I hope Kaya gets the love she deserves and I hope for that for every reader of mine. That they find their perfect Flynn Fetcher!! New updates will come tomorrow, please my amazing readers, leave a review, I want to talk to someone about these beautiful characters ❤️🌹

Kaya POV I nod, unable to say anything before I say rubbish. He drives us to the park, which is completely empty except for a single glass room set up in the center like something out of a dream. Inside, warm lights glow, music plays softly, and fresh ingredients sit waiting on a counter. “I am cooking tonight,” Flynn says proudly. Flynn moves around the kitchen with the same confidence he has on the field. He rolls up the sleeves of his fitted shirt, exposing the muscles in his forearms, and I have to look away before I stare too long. He grabs vegetables, seasonings, pans, moving like he has done this a hundred times. “You know you don't actually need to cook,” I tell him, watching the way he chops onions with fast, practiced strokes. He glances up, smirking. “I know. But I wanted to. You said once that nobody ever cooks for you.” “I just said that in passing,” I say awestruck that he remembers every single details “And I remembered.” he affirms his eyes steadily on me befo

Riley POV The office is dark except for the thin strip of moonlight creeping in through the blinds. I push the last stack of stolen printouts onto the small round table, it contains Gerald’s logs he had sent to us, the suspicious background files, along with an old yellowed newspaper clipping of Noah Hunt, the missing boy who he thinks was into experimental drugs or even criminal activities I tap the paper with one nail, tension tightening the back of my neck. “This is the third time his name shows up connected to Flynn fetcher,” I mutter. “And yet Flynn’s file is so spotless?. Too spotless.” Tom leans over my shoulder, his breath brushing my cheek. His voice drops into that cold tone he uses when he’s trying not to break something. “It doesn’t add up,” he says. “Perfect stats. No real childhood. Too clean. And now this” he taps the missing boy article with two fingers “A name tied to some criminal genius who vanished off the grid.” I open my mouth to answer, but my phone vibrate

Flynn’s POV The stadium air is filled with anticipation. It's Game day. I jog across the field, cleats crunching against the turf, the ball steady beneath my arm. My mind flashes to last night, the hot air balloon, the picnic, Kaya’s laugh, the way she touched my hand. I can still feel it, and my chest tightens with it. Across the field, I spot Kaya. She’s leaning against the railing, sunlight catching the strands of hair around her face, glasses perched just so. A small smile tugs at my lips. She’s beautiful. She’s everything. I start walking toward her when a couple of teammates rush over, grinning. “Yo, Flynn! Your date… man, that’s all over the news. Everyone’s talking,” one says, nudging the other. “Seriously, bro,” the other adds with a smirk, leaning close enough that I hear, “Did all that effort at least get you into her pants?” I stop and my jaw tightens. My voice drops, calm, but with an edge that freezes them instantly. “Don’t ever, ever talk about Kaya like