Chapter 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 nced 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 agreedpletely 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 let me know where.”

    The moment the yers 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 andughing–until a suddenmotion broke out. A crowd of fans was rushing toward them, notebooks and pens in hand, faces glowing with excitement and admiration.

    “Sloane! Sloane! Can I get your autograph?”

    “Sloane, you were amazing out there! Can I get a picture with you?”

    “Sloane, I’m your biggest fan! Can you…”

    The sudden onught 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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    Lucas looked at her, clearly still a little rattled, and couldn’t help butugh. “You’re ckhawk’s star yer now. Having fans is totally normal.”

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    Sloane still didn’t seem used to it. She shook her head. “If they want to support me, they cane watch the matches.”

    Lucas let out a softugh. 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 came out a little rough. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to the hotel.”

    Sloane didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. She just shed him a radiant smile. “Okay.”

    That night, the ckhawk 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 sses with every single

    one of them.

    By the time they’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.