Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 105

“Not at all,” the guy was all business in his tone.

Cecilia clasped her hands together in delight, sincerely wishing, “For my first wish, I hope that for every hundred days from now on, Hogan can stick by my side.”

After she said that, she looked at Hogan with all the feels, waiting for his comeback.

I was super curious too, wondering how Hogan would respond to such a straight–up confession. But Hogan, instead of replying, shot back with, “And what’s your second wish?”

Cecilia hesitated, treading carefully, “If it’s cool with you, Hogan, I’d like to bury the hatchet with Candy.”

The mention of Candy perked me right up, but when I looked up, I found myself locked in Hogan’s deep, unfathomable eyes.

In the dimly lit private room, our gazes inexplicably collided. It was like we were in sync or something.

And in his eyes, I caught a glimpse of teasing and a dash of sarcasm.

“Hogan,” Cecilia tugged at Hogan’s arm to snag his attention back, “I know you’re feeling for me, but look, I’m happier right now than anyone else in the world. Can’t we just let bygones be bygones?”

Cecilia, paused for a sec, and

he was on board with making peace, just like Cecilia had

happy moment, right? So why the heck wasn’t I feeling it? It just showed me, once again,

ceremony, Darren suggested we toast to Hogan and

Irwin for your generosity.” He sald earnestly, “Xaviera and I

said, “How does this involve Professor Yearwood? This mess was Ms. March’s lack of guidance among her team, wasn’t it?”

I bet Hogan was itching to see where I stood. So I lowered my glass, bowed slightly, and said politely, “Mr. Zade, you’ve got a point there. This drink, I’ll

he could say anything, I downed it in one

followed another. The booze was Hogan’s fave, La Romanée–Conti –

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much, my

excused myself and hit the restroom, dry heaving over the sink for a good while before I felt any better.

the bathroom, I

tone was sharp, each word cutting, “Blacklist this event planning company, no more deals! And you, a ten–thousand–word written self–criticism, not a