บททั้งหมดของ The Sports King Secret Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOSOPHIE'S POVThe moment the words left my mouth, I regretted every second afterwards."Maybe we'd have more privacy in your room."All eyes were literally on us, and it felt as though my breathing had become some sort of entertainment as well.Whistles bounced off the walls while somebody nearly fell off the couch laughing, and the music suddenly felt quieter beneath the chaos because every pair of eyes in the room had locked onto us.My heart was trying to climb into my throat.The worst part was that Adrian looked entirely too pleased with himself.The fool was enjoying this.His mouth curved slowly as he stared at me, and the dangerous amusement in his eyes made me instantly regret giving him an audience."Oh, we're definitely doing that, freshman."Before I could rethink my life choices, his fingers wrapped around my hand.The crowd lost what little sanity it had left. People began cheering as though we had just finished performing a show, and somehow I still m

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURSOPHIE'S POV"Unbelievable."The word tore out of me before I could stop it, and the second it left my mouth, I turned and ran because standing there another second felt impossible. My chest was tight, my eyes burned with frustrated tears, and all I wanted was distance between myself and the two idiots who had somehow turned one bad night into a complete disaster.The cold night air hit my face as I hurried down the street, and each step carried me farther from the shouting, the fighting, and the mess waiting behind me. Unfortunately, distance did absolutely nothing to quiet my thoughts because Daniel's expression had already lodged itself inside my head like a splinter I couldn't pull out.He looked hurt, and that made everything worse because anger eventually faded, but disappointment had a way of lingering long after the argument ended.By the time I found a taxi, exhaustion had settled deep into my bones, and I still had my panties in my hand.“ Oh for goodness

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXSOPHIE'S POV"If you really hate me now and never want to talk to me again, then you should just run me over."The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and judging by the way Daniel froze halfway into his car, they landed exactly where I wanted them to. My frustration had been building since last night, and after spending an entire day being ignored like I didn't exist, I was finally too exhausted to care whether I sounded dramatic or not.For a moment he stood there with one hand still gripping the driver's door, while the afternoon breeze stirred through the nearly empty parking lot around us. Students were still making their way home, cars were pulling out one after another, but none of it seemed important because all I could focus on was the stubborn idiot who had been my best friend for years."You want to talk?" Daniel asked as he slowly turned around, and there was something in his voice that immediately made my stomach tighten. "Fine, Soph. Let's ta

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTADRIAN'S POV"A girlfriend."The words slipped out before I could rethink them, and judging by the stunned silence that followed, nobody in the room had expected that answer. The funny part was that neither had I. One second I was trying to get out of whatever ridiculous arrangement my father had cooked up, and the next I was standing there claiming I had a girlfriend while the image of Sophie Hale decided to make itself comfortable in my head."A GIRLFRIEND?"Kara's voice shot upward so fast it almost made me wince, and the outrage spreading across her face would've been hilarious if I wasn't currently trapped inside this nightmare. Five minutes ago she had looked bored by my existence, yet now she seemed personally offended by the idea that another girl existed somewhere on the planet."That's usually what people call the person they're dating."Her eyes narrowed immediately. "You're lying."I shrugged and folded my arms because if there was one thing I'd lea

CHAPTER THIRTYSOPHIE'S POVThe house felt different when I woke up that morning, while a familiar heaviness settled over everything before I had even left my bed. Some dates carried their own weight no matter how many years passed, and today happened to be one of them.Mom was already awake when I walked into the kitchen, yet the tired smile she offered me didn't quite reach her eyes. She stirred her tea absentmindedly while staring out the window, and the sight squeezed something painful inside my chest because today wasn't just hard for me."Dad would've hated seeing us mope around like this," I said lightly, hoping to coax a real smile out of her, but my voice sounded thinner than I intended. "He'd probably call us dramatic and then steal the last pancake while pretending he was innocent."A laugh escaped her before she could stop it, and the sound filled the kitchen with a warmth I'd been missing all morning. "Your father was many things, Sophie, but innocent was never one of the