Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 88

“I’m at your door.” Hogan cleared up my confusion, “Xaviera, get back here pronto.”

Before I could even peep a word, Hogan hung up. The tone? His usual brusqueness.

Thinking about Cecilia, who was practically invisible at the party, I could relate. I bet Hogan came to stick up for his darling.

Gotta finish today’s business today, I calmly headed back to my place.

Trouble was knocking: gotta face it head–on. Even though I’d prepped myself mentally, catching sight of Hogan leaning on my door still sent a flicker of surprise through me.

The man had his eyes half–closed, looking all worn out leaning against the door, with his high–quality suit and tie off, which was casually draped over his arm, only sporting a white shirt. The usually neat collar was now loose, revealing a swath of fair skin.

In the dimly lit hallway, with his delicate features, there was an odd sense of brokenness about him, a far cry from the dazzling CEO of Rainbow Capital at the party. Seemed even more beat than me.

Suddenly, I had no clue how to even say hi. But just then, as if sensing me there, he lifted his lids slightly, revealing those deep–set eyes.

Our gazes locked and I heard Hogan ask, “Decided to show up, huh?”

His voice was already on the lower side, a bit standoffish when serious, but when he softened it, there was this indescribable warmth, just like now.

feigned composure and said, “Mr. Zade, what brings you by so late?”

then he quirked a smile, “Ms. March, you really went all

staring the car keys in my hand; looked like he too had noticed the

keys, keeping it cool, “Speaking of which, you had a hand in this

this, “What do you mean?”

it weren’t for that transfer from you, I wouldn’t even make

watched me with an intensifying stare; incredulous, he asked, “Xaviera, you used my money to cozy up to another man?”

volume on

rite things up, so I played it down, “the money’s yours, sure, but we made a deal, didn’t we? I

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his collar; then realizing the tie was already gone, he fixed his gaze on me, “Ms. March, after all that effort, did

Darren was all about

my silence, “So, what’s next? Ms. March planning to pull the same stunt on

Hogan was a bit off his game, more chatty than he’d be in a normal month. And what threw me was

and blurted out, “What exactly are you

Details were the devil – it hit me in that second, and I realized my tipsy

was about to clarify when Hogan threw another curveball, “What’s