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.”

wasn’t closed properly, so their

that time

with Hogan, and Cecilia, looking all wan and feeble, started handing out the afternoon tea to

there’s only hot milk left, hope you

not

code, “I’m not much for sweets, keep it for

blue, “Splash!” A warm cup

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Chapter 46

laptop!

blew off and a flood of liquid poured all over my keyboard, drenched my

By the time I came to and reached for

too late.

a few sputtering sounds, my

just wanted to…” Her delicate voice was close to my ear.

voice involuntarily rising a notch, “Even kids know

was packed with vital files.

me, a laptop

hold back anymore.

Cecilia’s sobbing voice was breaking, her eyes rimmed red, “I really didn’t

commotion caught

who was still talking

seeing Cecilia’s tear–stained face,

sensed something was off and, spotting my laptop soaked in milk, blurted out,

that, Cecilia’s eyes lowered, and she bit her lip

covered her mouth, “Sorry, Director

and then sheepishly

at a loss for words.