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.

Cecilia a way out without

Protective as hell.

a sigh of relief, I instinctively reached for my drink but got intercepted by Darren, who asked the waiter

a weak stomach, better to lay off the booze.”

Wallis had already watered down my wine, but Darren’s concerned look

sure know how to treat

didn’t bite, deftly switched the topic to some internet stuff, and I took the chance

restroom

few steps when I spotted Wallis skulking in a corner, looking all flustered.

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up?” I asked, puzzled.

“Talk about a run–in with bad luck, bumped into someone I

“Your ex–husband?”

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

she was scheming to poach. But business

shifty–eyed and explained, “We, uh, got a

of seconds, then it

was supposed to be a no–strings–attached thing, but out of the blue, he says he wants to ‘talk‘

mutual needs, huh?

sum

it’s normal to have illusions about love. But in this day and age, hopping into bed doesn’t mean you’re bound for

a whirlwind marriage and divorce, and she’d often caution me

suddenly cleared the funk I’d

I had with Hogan could be summed up