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?

not keen on it?”

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

be thanks to Ms. March’s

all of a sudden, I was hit with this weird feeling of being

and supported him. In an instant, the guy leaned a good chunk of his weight on me, and I

faking it. The familiar scent of soap mixed with the rich aroma of red wine

arrived inside a standalone thatched cottage. The place was fully equipped and had a

Zade, the bed’s on

and then pointed to the bathtub, saying, “Honey, I

was instantly frozen on the spot. This scenario seemed all

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like drinking, and he liked the lingering smell of alcohol on him even less. So every time he finished

sloshed? I was no longer

for you.

thought, I pressed down the bitterness in my heart