บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Hockey Star Regret: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Sophia’s POVThe silence in the hallway felt heavier than my own heartbeat. I could hear every echo of my ‘boyfriend shoe’ against the tiled floor as I followed the lecturer toward the chancellor’s office. The whole thing felt unreal — like some nightmare I’d stepped into but couldn’t wake up from.‘Expulsion.’That word kept flashing in my head like a neon sign I couldn’t switch off.I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until the lecturer knocked on the door ahead and a calm, older voice said, “Come in.”The chancellor’s office smelled faintly of old books and the coffee he was having. It was large but quiet, with sunlight cutting across the brown shelves. The man himself — Chancellor Ross, looked up from his desk. His silver hair caught the light, and though he wore that neutral academic smile, there was something sharp behind his eyes. Which was more like the kind of man who didn’t miss details.“Good morning, sir,” the lecturer greeted. “It’s about the case I reported ear

Rowan’s POVThe low hum of voices in the campus café barely reached our corner as we were tucked away in one of the private booths, meant for whispered conversations that didn’t need an audience. Sophia sat across from me, tapping her manicured nails on the edge of her cup, a smug little smile playing on her lips like she wasn’t the one who almost got expelled today.I leaned back against the seat, jaw tight. “You know, I’m still pissed about the way things turned out,” I muttered, keeping my voice low but sharp enough for her to feel the edge. “None of this went how we planned. And to think you almost got kicked out…” I paused, shaking my head. “That would’ve been the cherry on top.”Sophia’s eyes moved up to mine, calm and steady, like she’d expected that outburst. “Rowan, calm down,” she said, almost too softly, the kind of tone that carried confidence. “I said it didn’t go completely as planned, not that it was a total failure.”I frowned, tilting my head. “You’re seriously callin

Brad’s POVFor a second after the screen stayed stubbornly white I thought the room had frozen. Professor Miles’ face was a study in tight patience and I felt every eye press into my back like a physical weight.“Mr. Carter,” he said slowly, “I’m sorry, but you know the rules. Presentations are to be displayed in the projector. It’s how this is done.”Although I knew that was true as those who did before me all used the projector but he words landed hard and I swallowed and forced a steady breath. Right now, I feel that there were alternatives as I had rehearsed explaining the project without visuals but I’d always used that only as a confidence trick. The real work lived in the animations and interactive render on that drive. Take the visuals away and maybe I was left with memory and voice.“Sir,” I said, my voice thin at first and then firmer, “I can present without it. I know it’s not ideal, but I can walk you through the 4-D simulation verbally and demonstrate the key components.

Brad’s POV“Yeah, that’s him,” I muttered sharply, my eyes narrowing as soon as I spotted the guy standing a few meters away, leaning against the corridor wall like he had no care in the world. The same guy who’d just waltzed into the defense hall minutes ago and handed me the missing drive as if he’d done me a simple favor.My jaw tightened as I started toward him, my steps quickening. And then, I also noticed Nicole followed me closely, her flats clicking softly against the floor that I could sense her hesitation. But she didn’t say a word—maybe she wanted to see how this whole thing played out just as much as I did.The guy noticed me coming and straightened up with an unreadable expression. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and that faint, smug smile was still hanging on his lips. This actually made my blood simmer.I stopped just a foot away from him, trying to keep my tone even. “Hey, guy. Thanks for getting my drive for me,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “But I jus

Rowan’s POV“You’ve seen the mess you got me into, right?” Tony blurted, his voice rising before I even noticed he was standing not far from where I was seated, although I was busy with my phone seeing a lot going on in social media platforms.I looked up from my seat near the back of the campus café, where I’d been trying to scroll through my phone like nothing had happened. His sudden presence startled me for a second, but I hid it with a tired sigh. He looked awful—sweaty, his sleeve wrinkled, face still pale like someone who hadn’t caught a full breath since the last hour.“What are you talking about?” I asked, leaning back lazily in my chair, trying to sound bored. “Was I the one who told you to take the drive back to him? Because I sure as hell wouldn’t have asked for that kind of stupidity. You messed yourself up, not me.”Tony’s brows drew together, anger sparking in his voice. “Don’t twist this, Rowan. You’re the reason I’m in this mess. If you had just stuck to what we plann