Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

After Cecilia left with her poker face intact, Wallis grabbed me and vented, “Do I have this weird feeling of being challenged by a subordinate?”

I consoled her. “It’s all good.”

A couple of days ago, Wallis had a go at Cecilia in front of Hogan. Cecilia must’ve taken it to heart.

Puffed up with vanity.

Wallis sighed and said, “Being the apple of the investor’s eye really does make a difference, huh?”

“Jealous much?”

Wallis shook her head, snorted dismissively. “Honey, when I was the center of attention back in the day. I saw it all.”

She cut off abruptly, probably hit by some unpleasant memory.

I was a bit worried and asked a bold question, “If your ex–husband, that jerk, came back to the country to look for you, would you forgive him?”

“Hah,” Wallis scoffed, “What’s the matter, not enough obedient pretty boys at the club, or not enough eye candy fawning over me?”

Tough cookie.

I didn’t call her out on it.

The next day we hopped into a rented seven–seater van and headed for the legendary Honto Abbey.

I started to get why everyone was

estate,

door and window, screamed luxury and

carpet underfoot and the massive crystal

never see in the stores, truly one

waiter, all polite and courteous, said, “Mr. Zade has arranged accommodations

to

Mr. Zade

currently resting with his partner, said the event

12:22

ride around

Cecilia’s sake, had even postponed the bike

hall, I suddenly

my first trip with Hogan, not long after he’d taken the initiative

trip and Hogan

hotels, and after all that effort.

was a waste of time.

wouldn’t refund the booking, and there went hundreds of bucks down the

coding non–stop

naively thought Hogan was a

wound in my heart felt like it had been unexpectedly splashed with acid,

lying; it’s just that

afternoon, we all gathered for the lake bike

finish would get a fancy

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