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.”

sure of herself; I know that was the

fingers and said, “Thanks for going

Cecilia giggled, batting her big 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

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

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

not one to sweat the small stuff. Right now, he’s just hot under the collar. But tonight, on our hundred–day, he’s bound to ask me what gift I want. When I bring

darling, the apple of his

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

and asked again, “What do you think of my idea,

I said, though my

and handed me the recorder,

on the tip of my