Todos los capítulos de His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The girl was alone again.Sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor, her uniform skirt neatly folded over her knees.Marco rolled his eyes, but the next second, his brow furrowed faintly. How could she smile so broadly just because she'd taken the first bite of her packed lunch?Right. She must be a target for bullying, too.That was the only plausible reason why a high school girl wouldn't eat in the main cafeteria, but would instead be alone on the dusty balcony like an outcast.The corners of his lips unconsciously tugging into a grin.How ridiculous, he thought. This girl, who seemed so grown-up, was still the target of school bullies. Marco was one hundred percent certain that if he were her age, he would never accept such a humiliating fate. He would fight back. He would punch anyone who bullied him in the jaw until it cracked. Even now, as his fingers clenched under the desk, Marco knew he could beat up the assholes in his class who dared call themselves "friends." However, e

Marco ran through the afternoon air. The tips of his sneakers scraped roughly against the paving stones, rushing to catch her. However, gravity was far more cruel.Thump!Marco's shoulders jerked. His steps came to an abrupt halt.Hazel had fallen hard into the weeds below. Her body hit the earth with a dull, painful thud. "ACK! Ouch... ugh!"A second later, her head snapped up and her eyes met Marco's gray ones. The pained yelp immediately turned into an awkward laugh."Hey..." Hazel called, wincing as she blew her bangs out of her eyes.Marco's breath hitched. He took long strides toward her.“Are you crazy?!” His voice cracked and was a little louder than he had intended. “Why are you climbing a wall?! Look at you! You don't even have any muscles! You're not athletic at all!”Marco knelt in front of Hazel. His eyes scanned wildly, staring at Hazel's hand, which was gripping the grass. It was so small and fragile, like a dry tree branch in autumn that Marco was sure it could break w

He began exploring the eleventh-grade section, weaving past rows of food stalls and peering into every corner with his heart pounding. He even deliberately walked past the school broadcasting room several times, hoping to hear Hazel's crisp voice from behind the microphone.However, until the sun began to tilt to the west and the loudspeaker announced that the event had officially closed, Hazel's figure still did not come within his line of sight.Marco was far too proud to lower himself by asking random high school students about her whereabouts, and he regretted that now. With slumped shoulders and a heart full of disappointment, he headed toward the exit gate along with the rest of the visitors."Is she sick?"However, just as his footsteps crossed the outer iron gate barrier, a miracle happened. From the bus stop across the street, the figure he had been looking for for hours was seen walking hastily towards the school entrance gate.Marco's blood suddenly started rushing violentl

Marco squeezed his eyes shut as if thousands of invisible needles were piercing through his skull and straight into his brain.A long, shrill ringing suddenly assaulted his ears, drowning out the sound of the bedside monitor.For a moment that felt endlessly long and torturous, his entire body froze, as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, soaking through to the marrow of his bones.Slowly, he shook his head.His lips twitched, releasing a wry snort followed by a short, dry, tasteless laugh."Why did she die? So suddenly?" His voice sounded foreign, floating in the numb air of the infirmary.Coach Muller took a deep breath. "Marten—""Shut up."Marco's eyelids fluttered open. In an instant, the gray storm in his eyes transformed into something dark and lethal. He glared at his coach with undisguised hostility."Get out. And don't say her name again." "Marten..."Marco clicked his tongue. How could he say Hazel was dead?Whether this man was planning the most d

Mom fell silent.For a few frozen seconds, I almost allowed myself to hope. Had my words finally pierced that rhinoceros-thick skin of hers? Had they finally scratched her pride as a mother?The corner of Mirabell Quinn's lips twitched slightly before slowly turning upwards, revealing a neat, crooked smile. She leaned back against the backrest, crossing her legs.My eyes narrowed. A sudden chill crept up the back of my neck at this lightning-quick change in her demeanor."You... may not realize it," her voice trailed off softly. "But it seems you're the one who's done something wrong. A distinguished family like the Sinclaires wouldn't do such things without reason, would they?"Ah...I laughed dryly. Its sounded like the scraping of sandpaper in my own ears. Even in a prison cell with her prison uniform wrapped around her, this woman still looked at the Sinclaires as if they were gods."Hazel," She leaned forward. "You must have done something terrible, that's why they punished you l