Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 89

I finally had that “aha” moment. So all those lines he dropped earlier were just a warm–up act. What he was really itching to ask me about was this.

I played it cool and said, “Well, as Mr. Zade can see, I don’t wanna go, so I just bail.”

As I spoke, I was a bundle of nerves, gripping my car keys like they were a lifeline. Flashing through my mind was that day I handed over my hard–saved money to the study abroad

agency.

The scrutiny for studying abroad wasn’t ridiculously strict back then, but there was this one non–negotiable: the proof of funds. That was the make–or–break part of the application and there was only so much cash I, a student, could scrape together.

But the kicker was when the agency told me our total savings would barely cut it for just one of

us to go.

At the time, I thought, no biggie, with my skills, I could delay it a year or two. It was not like I’d be missing out on much. And Hogan needed that break more than I did.

So I kept my acceptance under wraps. I handed over my entire nest egg, that precious ten grand, to Hogan.

“Why would you keep this from me?”

His voice, demanding and in my face, snapped me back to the present. I forced a smile and said, “Giving up the study opportunity was my own call, Mr. Zade. No need to dwell on it. If it really bugs you, just think of it as a fixed deposit at the Bank of You, and now you’re just cashing me out.”

“Xaviera!”

roar startled me, and there was Hogan, looking at

vibe screaming danger. I suddenly figured

mustered the sincerest tone I’d use for my cooperative

He called out my full name again, “Just

straight to my heart. Being head over heels wasn’t exactly something to brag about. I heard myself

for the elevator, claiming while walking away, “Fine, a fixed deposit it

doors closed, my legs turned to jelly; and I slumped against the wall like I’d just been deflated.

Chapter 89

finally had that “aha” moment. So all those lines he dropped earlier were just a warm–up act. What he was really itching to ask me about was this.

played it cool and said, “Well, as Mr. Zade can see,

nerves, gripping my car keys like they were a lifeline. Flashing through my mind was that

agency.

but there was this one non–negotiable: the proof of funds. That was the make–or–break

kicker was when the agency told me our total savings would barely cut

us to go.

I could delay it a year or two. It was not like I’d

wraps. I handed over my entire nest egg, that precious ten grand, to

keep this

to the present. I forced a smile and said, “Giving up the study opportunity was my own call, Mr. Zade. No need to dwell

“Xaviera!”

there was Hogan, looking at

I suddenly figured that

sincerest tone I’d use for my cooperative partner.