Echoes of Unrequited Love

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Dude, I was seriously feeling dizzy. Red wine always packed a punch, and I definitely didn’t skimp on it during the meal.

But if I were to tell Hogan that straight up, he’d probably think I was just putting on airs. So replied. “Thanks to Mr. Zade and President Stapleton’s care, I’m feeling much better now.”

Hearing that, Hogan lifted his eyelids, a hint of coldness flashing through those attractive eyes. When he was silent, his whole face exuded a natural authority that didn’t even need to get angry to be intimidating.

I didn’t want to bore him or bug him, so I tentatively asked, “Does Mr. Zade have any other instructions?

If not, I’d got real work to attend to. It was a casual question, but the next second, I heard Hogan order, “Don’t just stand there like a pole, come over and give me a hand.”

I thought I heard wrong. As my gaze swept over Hogan’s sharply chiseled profile, I saw he still looked like he was just resting, but with a touch more weariness between his brows.

Gave him a hand? Did I hear that right? After that whole dinner ordeal, the one who had it tough was Zachary, Hogan had only a couple of drinks, tops: he needed help?

the matter, not keen on

was momentarily taken aback, half–jokingly saying, “I remember Mr. Zade can hold his liquor

to Ms. March’s

and all of a sudden, I was hit with

the guy leaned a good chunk of his weight on me, and I nearly lost my

actually drunk, not faking it. The familiar scent of soap mixed with the rich aroma of red

of an hour later, Hogan and I arrived inside a standalone thatched cottage. The place

bed’s on your

with a blurry look, and then pointed to the bathtub,

my forehead and was instantly frozen on

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just fine, but he didn’t like drinking, and he liked the lingering smell of alcohol on him even less. So every time he finished drinking and got back to the apartment, the first thing he did was

Hogan, were you really that sloshed? I

for you.

in my heart