บททั้งหมดของ Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV Lambert burst into laughter, drawing my attention. “Mr. Williams. I should have known you'd be at the door, listening to our conversation,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I didn't know you had so much interest in my affairs. Or is there another reason behind your eavesdropping?” My eyes widened, and I quickly went to check out what got him so talkative. Kane was by the door. He looked like a child who was caught stealing sugar. But quickly masked it with his usual smirk. “Oh, Lambert. Don't flabbergast yourself. You are not as important as you think. Also, years ago you were begging for my attention. Shouldn't you be happy that I am finally giving you my audience?” Kane drawled proudly. Lambert chuckled, and they both stared at each other like dogs in heat. “You guys look perfect together. Who knows, you might be each other's missing rib,” I said with a bored tone. Kane's eyes flared open, and he turned to face me, ready to protest. “If

LET'S SEE THINGS FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVEDaniel James’ Point of View:No one ever asks me what I want. What I like or what I think. I try so hard to belong, to fit in, and growing up, I made sure to hang out with people who could protect me.“Something is strange between Ethan and Lambert. I don't know exactly what, but I can feel a strange tension between,” Austin, one of my teammates, and Derrick's lapdog, said, attracting everyone's attention.His words gained traction, and soon enough, everyone was talking about Ethan and Lambert, again.I stood in another corner, nervously biting my fingers as I waited for Ethan.'Daniel, why are you sometimes nice to me, and most times you are mean and cold?’Ethan Oliver once asked me that question, and at that time I couldn't reply. Not because I didn't have an answer, but because I wasn't sure how to explain to him.How do I explain that compared to most of them, I grew up in a loving environment? My family is so loving that their expect

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“Daniel, is everything alright? Your message looked urgent.” Those were my exact words to Daniel.We stood in a private swimming pool, and I was certain that Kane wasn't eavesdropping, because he had left the hotel building.Daniel seemed different. His hands were clenched by his side, and he looked like he was about to say something he'd later regret.“Oliver, there is something I'd like to tell you.” Daniel began, his eyes lowered as he spoke.I furrowed my brows, taking in his nervous expression.“What is the matter?” I asked carefully.Daniel sighed, and raised his head, looking me in the eyes. “I really enjoyed our time together. But I'm afraid things might have to go back to the way it was,” he said, his eyes filled with remorse.I didn't quite understand what he was talking about, and I arched my brows, confused. “What?”“Coach Marshall informed me that we'll be leaving this night, and-”“Leaving? Why? Aren't the media still bothering us?” I asked c

A Few Days Later: a day before the competition between Canada and Belgium–Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV:“Don't worry, Catherine, I will be fine. You don't have to attend the competition, just stay at home and take good care of your restaurant,” I said over the phone, and Catherine sounded reluctant.“Be very careful, Ethan, and make sure you don't get hurt again. Remember, I will always be cheering for you, regardless of the match outcome,” she replied with a solemn tone.I nodded, even though I knew she couldn’t see me. Every day, Catherine's actions keep assuring me that I didn't make a mistake when I decided to take her as my parent.After our call, I realized that I had ten missed calls from Liam and Aurora, my biological parents. There were also hundreds of messages. In one of the messages, Liam was threatening to disown me if Canada's team lost against Belgium.I chuckled as I read his message, and I had a sudden urge to lose. But losing meant I wouldn’t be rewarded by my dear

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV “Ethan, come with me right now. There is someone I want you to meet,” Coach Marshall said, his voice filled with excitement. When I didn't move because my eyes were fixed on Kane, he whispered something into my ear and pulled me away. “What is she doing here? Are you trying to get on my nerves again?!” Those were the questions my eyes were asking Kane as I was pulled away. The few people present were snapping pictures of my teammates and me, and Belgium's well-wishers had left, disappointed. Marshall took me to the locker room, making sure that no one saw us leave. “Mr Rogers, this is Ethan Harrison, one of our finest players. Ethan, meet Mr. Rogers, your soon-to-be new manager,” Marshall introduced me to a scary-looking man. Marshall had a menacing smile on his face, like he was plotting something devilish, and he stretched out his hands to shake Mr. Rogers. I furrowed my brows, slowly processing what he had just said. “You mean I have a new manag