Chapter 207

"Senior Evelyn, hold the megaphone!"

The ponytailed junior shoved the megaphone into Evelyn Carter's hands before nimbly hopping onto a spectator seat.

"Go, Captain Wang! You're the hottest!"

A tall boy on the basketball court turned at the sound, flashing a victory sign. The junior immediately formed a giant heart with her arms, drawing cheers from the crowd.

"Senior, don’t be shy! What’s your boyfriend’s name? I’ll cheer for you!"

Evelyn flustered at the sudden enthusiasm.

"I—"

"Come on, tell me!"

"Peter Harrison."

The junior’s eyes lit up. She took a deep breath and shouted into the megaphone:

"Senior Peter Harrison! Your girlfriend’s too shy to cheer, so I’ll do it for her! Don’t even think about going home without MVP today!"

The entire court erupted in good-natured laughter.

"If you don’t step up your game, I might just steal this gorgeous senior from you!"

Evelyn’s ears burned. She instinctively retreated half a step. On the court, Peter froze mid-action, only snapping out of it when his teammates nudged him.

The stunt made Evelyn the center of attention. Dressed in a beige trench coat with her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, she glowed softly in the sunlight. Passersby paused to ask which department this stunning senior belonged to.

At the halftime whistle, Peter was the first to dash to the sidelines.

Sweat dampened his tousled bangs and soaked half his T-shirt. His chest heaved with exertion.

"We’re winning." His eyes sparkled.

Evelyn pulled a tissue from her bag. "Don’t catch a cold."

"Mm."

"Wipe your sweat."

Instead of taking it, Peter leaned down slightly. "Do it for me?"

......

Outside campus, a black sedan idled silently by the curb.

Alexander Hamilton’s knuckles whitened around the steering wheel.

Through the iron fence, the scene unfolded with painful clarity—Peter bending to her height, Evelyn rising on tiptoe to dab his temples with a tissue. Her unbound hair lifted in the breeze, brushing against Peter’s arm.

They’d performed this ritual countless times before.

Only back at the hospital, she’d always worn a white coat with her hair tightly secured. Now, in casual clothes with loose strands swaying, she looked softer than he’d ever seen her.

As Peter sprinted back to the court, Evelyn remained watching. Sunlight filtered through leaves, dappling her figure like a paused oil painting.

The window rolled up, but the image kept replaying behind Alexander’s eyelids. He pressed the accelerator. The rearview mirror shrank the distant figures, yet they remained etched in his memory’s deepest vault.