Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 46

When I saw Cecilia at the office the next day, the poor girl was as pale as a ghost, with dark. circles under her eyes like she hadn’t slept in a week.

She was naturally on the petite side, with fair skin, but right then, she looked like a frostbitten white rose, all frail and sickly, pitiful as can be.

Wallis stumbled upon Cecilia’s Facebook update and screenshotted it to me.

A lonely silhouette shot with the caption, [Your understanding is just because no one cares about you, right?]

Wallis, with that gossip–hungry look, was like, “Bet they had a lovers‘ tiff, huh?”

It got me wondering too.

I mean, Cecilia and Hogan hadn’t been an item for that long.

I started to think it might have to do with the love bite on my neck.

Cecilia was in that sorry state until the afternoon.

Just as Wallis was about to ask me if we should go and cheer Cecilia up, the studio door swung

open.

In came Hogan, with afternoon tea in hand.

Everyone greeted him like it was no big deal, and he just nodded hastily before making a beeline for Cecilia’s office, looked pretty urgent.

“Hogan, what brings you here all of a sudden?”

Hogan handed her a cup of hot milk and said, “Drink it while it’s hot.”

Cecilia replied weakly, “It’s just that time of the month, Hogan. You’re making a mountain out of

a molehill.”

door wasn’t closed properly, so their whole conversation fell on my ears.

that time

chit–chat with Hogan, and Cecilia, looking all wan and feeble,

said affectionately, “Xaviera, there’s only hot milk left, hope you

stuff was not

away at my code, “I’m not much for sweets, keep it for yourself.”

had I said that than, out of the blue, “Splash!” A warm cup

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laptop!

of liquid

a bolt from the blue. By the time I came to and reached for

too late.

sputtering sounds, my laptop screen

wanted to…” Her

off, my voice involuntarily rising a notch, “Even

packed with vital

like me, a laptop was our lifeline.

hold

sobbing voice was breaking, her eyes rimmed

caught everyone’s

who was still talking to

Cecilia’s tear–stained face, frowned deeply.

soaked in milk, blurted out, “Who the heck drenched

Cecilia’s eyes lowered, and she bit her

her mouth, “Sorry, Director Irwin.”

my fault.” Cecilia sniffled with her head down and then sheepishly glanced

at a loss for words.