Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 52

Wallis clammed up.

I glanced at the clock and prodded, “The party’s about to kick off, let’s get a move on.”

Wallis rolled her eyes at me. “Do I look like the type to ditch my friends for some eye candy?”

On the way there, she’d filled me in on Honto Abbey’s strict criteria for hiring waitstaff, nearly as picky as a host club scouting for new talent.

All I could do was pout, “Come on, make sure you post it in the group chat. I wanna live vicariously through you!”

Wallis took the hint and didn’t push further.

By 7 PM, the work group chat started buzzing with updates from the party. After skimming through, I set my phone aside.

In the midst of half–sleep, I was roused by a knock at the door.

It was a server from the estate bringing me food.

A three–dish spread with a soup, including my favorite ketchup spaghetti.

Surprised, I asked, “Who ordered this?”

“A Miss

down, staying

phone on the table was buzzing

checked it and saw over two hundred new messages in the work chat. I casually scrolled through and my eyes landed on

saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a love shot

looked at Hogan with,eyes full of emotion and asked, “Is

was hidden in shadow, his emotions unreadable.

the next second, he took Cecilia’s glass and whispered

bashful expression told

the meal?” the server asked cautiously, snapping

and after a moment’s thought replied, “Could I

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I slept like a log that night.

the estate’s organic farm for a picking

and the host was generous, allowing us to eat our fill and take two baskets

me into

one; they were sweet and juicy, top–notch stuff.

planned to take a basket back for