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.”

was so sure of herself; I know that was the confidence

my fingers and said, “Thanks for going to all this trouble,

eyes, “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 with me, and I don’t want there to be any hard feelings later

she said this, so genuine that I couldn’t bring myself

Wouldn’t it be

with certainty, “Xaviera, you should know. Hogan’s not one to sweat the small stuff. Right now, he’s just hot under the collar. But tonight, on our hundred–day,

how could Hogan ever refuse his darling, the apple of his eye? Since Cecilia

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got tangled up in legal stuff, things could get pretty thorny. I had to be

to read my mind and asked again, “What do you think of my idea, Xaviera?”

I said, though my heart was not in

and the recording pen.” Cecilia opened her backpack and handed me the recorder, “Yesterday was

at Cecilia, words on the tip