#Chapter 369: Enemies on the Ice

Enzo I strode into the rink, the familiar chill of the ice sending a shiver down my spine in an all-too-familiar way. Normally, it was comforting. But today, after my argument with Nina, it felt anything but comforting. I wished that she would just trust me fully, like she said she did. But I could tell that she still was unsure about Mila, even though it never even crossed my mind to give that woman the time of day. But as I approached the ice, where the team was already waiting, I shook off those feelings. I was here to train a hockey team, not dwell on petty arguments with my wife. Practice kicked off, and I ran the guys through the paces—drills, formation exercises, the works. Maybe it was the tension I carried, but I found myself pushing them harder than usual. “Knees bent!” I bellowed. “Christian, what are you doing? I just told you to flick with your wrists, not your shoulders! The stick is an extension of your arm!” However, it wasn’t long before I noticed tha