NovelEnglishChapter 232 Celebration
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“Coach, we have to celebrate tonight,” the team crowded around the head coach, chattering
non-stop.
“Celebrate? Of course we're celebrating.” The coach glanced past the group at Lucas. “Lucas, you in for
tonight?”
He knew Lucas usually avoided this kind of gathering. The invitation was mostly out of courtesy-he was fully
expecting a no.
“Sure.” Lucas agreed-completely out of character.
The coach froze, clearly not expecting such an easy yes. He blinked, a little uncertain. “You... sure?”
Lucas gave a slight nod, his eyes falling on Sloane. “Yeah. Just letknow where.”
The moment the players heard Lucas was joining the celebration, the whole excitement.
The coach shot a look at Sloane and raised his brows knowingly.
group lit up
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Lucas and Sloane walked out of the building together, chatting and laughing-until a sudden commotion broke
out. A crowd of fans was rushing toward them, notebooks and pens in hand, faces glowing with excitement and
admiration.
“Sloane! Sloane! Can | get your autograph?”
“Sloane, you were amazing out there! Can | get a picture with you?”
“Sloane, I'm your biggest fan! Can you...”
The sudden onslaught startled Sloane. On instinct, she grabbed Lucas and ran.
Lucas let her drag him along, the corners of his mouth lifting into an uncontainable smile as he followed her lead.
They darted through the crowd and didn’t stop running until they were well outside the arena. Sloane finally
halted, catching her breath as she turned to check behind them. Seeing no one had followed, she let out a long
sigh of relief.
“That scared the crap out of me...” She patted her chest, still visibly shaken. “They were way too
intense...”
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Chapter 232 Celebration
Lucas looked at her, clearly still a little rattled, and couldn’t help but laugh. “You're Blackhawk’s star player now.
Having fans is totally normal.”
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Lucas thought. With her personality, her skill, and that face? Not liking her would be the weird part.
Sloane still didn’t seem used to it. She shook her head. “If they want to support me, they can cwatch the
matches.”
Lucas let out a soft laugh. He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing
her skin with a faint, lingering warmth.
Sloane's ear twitched instinctively. She looked up-only to lock eyes with him, eyes that were warm and gentle.
They stood close-so close she could clearly see her own reflection in his gaze, as if, in that moment, the world
had narrowed to just the two of them.
Lucas’ gaze drifted slowly across her face-her curved brows, those bright, clear eyes. Her cheeks were still
flushed from running, adding a soft glow to her features.
His eyes lowered to her slightly parted lips. They were full and rosy, like petals touched with morning dew-
glossy, tempting.
His throat bobbed with a quiet swallow; an inexplicable urge surged in his chest.
He slowly pulled his hand back and took a step away, putting distance between them.
Fighting the wave rising inside him, he kept his voice calm, though it cout a little rough. “Con. I'll walk
you back to the hotel.”
Sloane didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. She just flashed him a radiant smile. “Okay.”
That night, the Blackhawk crew gathered for a celebratory dinner. Everyone was in high spirits; the atmosphere
was wild and joyful. Fueled by booze and adrenaline, a few of them even dared to go to toast Lucas.
And surprisingly, Lucas was unusually easygoing tonight-he clinked glasses with every single
one of them.
By the tthey'd finished dinner and karaoke, it was already past midnight.
Sloane opened the door to her hotel room and stepped inside-only to feel something cold and hard press into
her waist.
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