Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 102

Hundred–day. I chew over this phrase, and when I thought back to that guy’s lust–filled eyes last night, it was like I suddenly bit into an unripe olive nothing but bitterness in my mouth.

I honestly thought that someone like Hogan, who was so busy he didn’t know whether he was coming or going and always so frigid and serious, wouldn’t remember these “trivial” dates he always talked about.

But not only did he remember, but he also carefully booked a private room, planning to celebrate with Cecilia.

In the six years our paths had crossed; this kind of thing had never happened before. And Cecilia, she chose this day, one that was supposed to be a cozy twosome affair, to invite me.

“Is that really cool?” I thought about Candy’s future and, pushing down the discomfort in my chest, I asked, “What if we tick off Mr. Zade? We’d be in deep trouble.”

I already rubbed him the wrong way last night; couldn’t afford to stir up more trouble now.

Hearing this, Cecilia quickly reassured me, “There’s nothing wrong with it, Xaviera. It’s just a ‘coincidence‘, after all. Plus, on such an important day, whatever I ask Hogan for, he will say yes.”

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for going to all

“I can see everyone’s been running around like headless chickens over this, and I feel really bad about it, too. After all, it started

so sincere when she said this, so genuine that I couldn’t bring myself to doubt

Professor Yearwood?” Cecilia, seeing that I didn’t respond right away, looked at me expectantly, whispering, “I feel like there’s some kind of misunderstanding between them. Wouldn’t it be better to clear things up?” She made a good point, but for some reason, I was a bit resistant. Still, considering her good intentions, I stuck to the facts, “You think you can convince Mr.

Right now, he’s just hot under the collar. But tonight, on our hundred–day, he’s bound to

his eye?

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up in legal stuff, things could get

to read my mind and asked again, “What do

though my heart was

her backpack and handed me the recorder, “Yesterday was so hectic; I forgot to give

at Cecilia, words on