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

out, it was that time

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

said affectionately, “Xaviera, there’s only

not really

I replied while tapping away at my code, “I’m not much for sweets, keep

said that than, out of the blue, “Splash!” A warm cup of milk slammed onto

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laptop!

a flood of liquid poured all over my keyboard,

hit me like a bolt from the blue. By the time I

too late.

a few sputtering sounds, my laptop screen went black.

wanted to…” Her delicate voice was close to my

her off, my voice involuntarily rising

was packed with vital files.

a coder like me, a laptop was

just couldn’t hold

her eyes rimmed red, “I really didn’t

caught everyone’s

was still talking to Wallis.

walked over and, seeing Cecilia’s tear–stained

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

Cecilia’s eyes lowered, and she bit

covered her mouth, “Sorry,

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

at a loss for