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 without making a

Protective as hell.

breathe a sigh of relief, I instinctively reached for my drink but got intercepted by Darren,

better to lay off the

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

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

topic to some internet stuff, and I took the chance to

the restroom earlier and hadn’t come back.

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

Chapter 37

up?” I asked, puzzled.

“Talk about a run–in with bad luck,

“Your ex–husband?”

towards the hall and

scheming to poach. But business aside, how

shifty–eyed and explained, “We, uh, got a little too close for comfort.”

couple of seconds, then

the blue, he says he wants to ‘talk‘ again,” Wallis said with disgust, “Obviously,

mutual

that was one way to sum up the birds and the

to have illusions about love. But in this day and age,

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

cleared the funk I’d been in all evening.

Hogan could