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.

a way out

Protective as hell.

I instinctively reached for my drink

weak stomach, better to lay

wine, but Darren’s concerned look had me

you sure know how to

stuff, and I took the

the restroom earlier and hadn’t

taken a few steps when I spotted Wallis skulking in a corner,

Chapter 37

I asked,

run–in with bad luck,

“Your ex–husband?”

glanced towards the hall and muttered, “Simon.”

But business

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

me a couple of seconds,

of the blue, he says he wants to ‘talk‘ again,” Wallis said with disgust, “Obviously, he’s still hoping

with mutual needs, huh?

one way to sum

respond, Wallis softened her tone, “Xaviera, I 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,

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

the funk I’d been in all

could be