Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 37

Dressed in a ducky yellow cocktail dress, with makeup on point, Cecilia still had a bit of that pampered princess vibe going on as she showed up looking all fancy.

At this swanky shindig with all the high society folks, she had no qualms about clinging to Hogan’s arm.

It was right then and there that the question nagging at my heart suddenly unraveled.

I figured, the only person who could make Hogan change his mind had to be Cecilia.

Funny enough, Frank knew Hogan as well.

“Mr. Zade, you are in your prime, a force to be reckoned with,” Frank complimented Hogan.

Used to such flattery, Hogan kept his cool with a mild “Glory Capital is miles ahead in the game. but we’ve still got heaps to learn from you, Mr. Bishop.”

Bigwigs chatting. Wallis and I knew to just stand by smartly, but then Cecilia chimed in. “So you’re the famous Mr. Bishop, my apologies for not recognizing you.”

Frank glanced at Cecilia and offered a slight smile.

Wallis and I were all too familiar with that look – the haughty air unique to those at the top.

Frank was polite enough, but Cecilia still looked a bit mortified, pressing her lips together like she felt slighted.

“Feeling peckish?” Hogan, sensing Cecilia’s discomfort, said, “Let’s grab a bite.”

And just like that, he smoothly changed the subject.

move, giving Cecilia a way out

Protective as hell.

instinctively reached for my drink but got

a weak stomach, better to lay off the

down my wine, but Darren’s concerned

stood by, chuckling, “Professor Yearwood, you sure know how to treat the

stuff, and I took the chance

restroom earlier

taken a few steps when I spotted Wallis

Chapter 37

I asked,

with bad luck, bumped into someone I

“Your ex–husband?”

Wallis glanced towards the hall and muttered, “Simon.”

was scheming to poach. But business aside, how

was shifty–eyed and explained, “We, uh, got a little too

me a couple of

he says he wants

mutual needs, huh?

to sum up the birds and the bees.

know what you’re thinking. You were young, it’s normal to have illusions about love. But in this day and age, hopping into bed doesn’t mean you’re bound for life, and a ring doesn’t guarantee undying loyalty,

and divorce, and she’d often caution me not to harbor fantasies

the funk I’d been in all

could be