Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

RONANA trace of panic flickered across his face, vanishing almost as quickly as it appeared. Outside, the muffled sounds of heavy pounding echoed against the door, accompanied by hurried footsteps. The rest of the team had clearly noticed something was wrong. Their agitated voices overlapped with one another as they paced restlessly outside, uncertainty bleeding into every shout.The pounding came again.This time harder and harsher.The door shuddered beneath the force."Captain, calm down! Let's talk properly!" someone shouted from outside, his voice strained with urgency. "We still have a match in a few days. Damon is a core defense personnel. You must not let anger cloud your thoughts."More voices joined in."Captain, open the door!""Please!""Don't do anything you'll regret!"The voices on the other side grew louder, more desperate, each passing second feeding the rising panic outside.They were right. Captain or not, I didn't have the right to openly hurt a teammate like thi

ZAYDENI didn't know how long I had been lying there.Seconds. Minutes. Maybe longer.Consciousness returned slowly, as though I were clawing my way up from the bottom of an endless ocean.At first, all I could hear were muffled voices. Low and hushed.Indistinct whispers floated around me, rising and falling as though several people had gathered nearby, speaking carefully so they wouldn't wake me.My body felt impossibly heavy.Even opening my eyes demanded more strength than I thought I had left.Eventually, my eyelids fluttered apart.The first thing that came into view was Doctor Grant's face leaning over me.The irritation from earlier had vanished.His brows were drawn tightly together once more, concern now sitting openly between them as his gaze searched my face for signs that I was fully awake."Zayd," he called, his voice noticeably gentler than before. "You okay, man?”I nodded, feeling exhausted to my bones.The simple movement alone seemed to drain what little strength I h

ZAYDENThe knots in my belly seemed to tighten with every passing second, growing heavier the longer the silence stretched. My breathing became increasingly shallow despite my attempts to remain calm.Doctor Grant seemed to notice immediately.Without saying anything, he carefully helped me to my feet, making sure not to jostle my injured arm."He's a busy man and doesn't have much time," he said, adjusting my balance with practiced ease. "We need to be fast so he can monitor you for a few hours before leaving."His expression gradually turned serious."With the state of your arm, any more mistakes would be suicide." His gaze briefly settled on the arm. “Permanent bye-bye to hockey."The words landed like a punch to the chest. I slowly exhaled and forced myself onto my feet.Doctor Grant reached for my jacket first, helping me slide it off without disturbing my injured arm. Then came my vest.His fingers paused on my belt buckle.My chest tightened involuntarily.Trying to distract my

ZAYDENAfter the session, Doctor Leslie carefully secured my arm inside a cast, his movements as precise as they had been throughout the entire procedure.Unlike most fractures that remained imprisoned in plaster for weeks, he estimated I would only need it for three days.Three days.Thanks to the accelerated healing method he'd used, the bones had already begun knitting together far faster than conventional medicine could ever achieve. After that, I could replace the cast with a sling whenever necessary, provided I obeyed every instruction he'd given me.I silently prayed I wouldn't do anything stupid enough to ruin his hard work.By the time everything was finished, every ounce of strength had been wrung from my body.I lay limply on the bed in Doctor Grant's office, too exhausted to even shift into a more comfortable position. My muscles felt as though they'd been hollowed out, leaving nothing behind except fatigue and a dull ache that seeped into every bone.Doctor Leslie had step

RONANFour fifty-three in the morning.Most people were still asleep, wrapped snugly beneath warm blankets, while others who valued discipline over comfort were probably out doing early morning exercises to wake their body systems.Not me.I had something very special scheduled for today. Something far too important to risk being late for.Oversleeping wasn't even an option.I fell asleep around eleven thirty last night.By three, however, sleep had abandoned me completely.Perhaps it was because I'd been too worried. Too anxious.Too many thoughts had been rolling through my mind, refusing to settle no matter how many times I tried to force them aside. Every possibility branched into another. Every answer gave birth to two more questions.Rest had become impossible.So instead of lying there staring at the ceiling, I gave up.By three, I was already out of bed.A quick fifteen-minute session in the penthouse gym burned away the restless energy trapped beneath my skin. Sweat soaked th