บททั้งหมดของ WHISPERS OF A HIDDEN HEART: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sandra slipped out of her seat the moment the final buzzer sounded, weaving quickly through the crowd before the flood of spectators could spill into the aisles.“Hey, why are you in such a rush?” Vicky pouted, trailing after her. “We haven’t even savored Jerome Hernandez’s victory! I was still planning to take pictures, maybe ask for autographs from the other players.”“I just… don’t want more people coming up to me out of pity. It’s embarrassing,” Sandra muttered, keeping her head down as they exited Madison Square Garden.But that wasn’t the whole truth. The real reason sat heavy in her chest was that she wanted to avoid the chance of running into Jessica or her two neighbors. If they approached her, Vicky might discover she actually knew them, and Sandra wasn’t ready to answer the questions that would followMeanwhile, in the locker room, Jerome and Justin changed side by side. The air between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, the quiet broken only by the rustle of fabric and

Sandra had been staring at the glow of her laptop for nearly an hour, yet the words refused to come. She pressed herself to write, but inspiration remained stubbornly out of reach. Not tonight, not after another weary day at the coffee shop. Night had always been her only refuge for writing, the one time when the world fell quiet enough for her thoughts to take shape.But tonight, even silence offered no comfort. The dull throb in her nose, a lingering reminder of the ball that had struck her three days ago, made it harder to focus. Irritation simmered beneath her fatigue until, at last, she snapped the laptop shut.She pulled on a sweater, not bothering to change out of her house clothes, and made her way to the rooftop. Perhaps the open sky would unravel the tightness in her chest, perhaps the night air could stir the words her mind refused to release.Relief washed over her when she saw the place empty. She knew well the hours when the rooftop stayed quiet, when she could claim it a

'....Somewhere over the rainbowBluebirds fly.Birds fly over the rainbow.Why then, oh why can't I?If happy little bluebirds flyBeyond the rainbowWhy, oh why can't I?'A healthy, beautiful child stood singing in front of their house. She was dressed in a white little dress and matching shoes, her long, thick black hair tied with a white ribbon. Her rosy cheeks, red lips, delicate nose, and eyes framed with long lashes made her a delight to behold.When she finished, the child smiled shyly and swayed her body.“That was wonderful!” exclaimed a cheerful man while clapping his hands who was her only audience.He then plucked a red rose from the garden and handed it to the innocent child who smiled up at him.“Are your parents home?” the man asked, carrying a bag at his side.The child nodded.“May I come in? I’d like to see them.”Without hesitation, the little one led him inside the house.Moments later, the child’s parents emerged from their room, startled to find a stranger standi

It felt as though Jerome’s chest would burst from the phone call he had just received from Mr. Tan. Justin had requested a trade to another team. He had deliberately left without saying goodbye, afraid Jerome might stop him.Jerome couldn’t fully grasp his friend’s decision. There had never been any problem between them, and Justin had always seemed happy with the team.Defeated, Jerome collapsed against the steering wheel. He wanted to call Justin, to plead with him to stay, but he knew it was already too late. The trading deadline had passed, and Justin had already signed with another team.A heavy sorrow washed over him. The only chance to see him again would be when their teams faced each other, and those games were few and far between.He lifted his head at the sound of a car horn. Glancing at the newly parked car beside him, he rolled down his window to see his smiling girlfriend doing the same. He stepped out of his car and moved over to her vehicle.“Is something wrong? You lo

“Aw! My head hurts…” Sandra groaned. She looked around, and her eyes widened in alarm when she realized she wasn’t in her own unit.“Are you working extra job during midnight?” a familiar voice teased. She turned to see Jerome in the kitchen, smiling faintly as he poured water into a glass.“Extra job? What job?” she frowned, confused.He stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. She looked at herself too and froze, eyes widening at her disheveled appearance. Hastily, she grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. Jerome handed her the glass of water, and she didn’t refuse. The dryness in her throat overpowered her pride.“Why are you here?” she demanded, her voice trembling with courage.“Well... because this is my home,” he replied calmly.“What did you do to me? Why am I… here?” She stumbled backward, tensing as if ready to defend herself the moment he made a wrong move.“I found you on the street. You were completely drunk,” he explained.Her mind went b