Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 137

Maybe I’d been freezing my butt off here for too long, or maybe this was all just a dream. Before I knew it, like I was possessed or something, I reached out and planted a kiss on the man’s

neck.

The kiss started getting out of hand, and the warmth slowly began to return to my body. Just as things were about to spiral Shirley’s voice abruptly pierced through my ears. “Hold your horses. I’m here to check if Ms. March is actually around or not?”

Her words yanked me back to reality, and I scrambled out of the man’s embrace, standing there catching my breath like I’d just run a marathon.

“Ms. March? Xaviera? Are you there?”

Hearing Shirley’s calls, I glanced at Hogan in a total panic, my mind a jumbled mess. I couldn’t let Shirley catch us in this scene, no how.

I quickly shot Hogan a look that screamed “don’t move“, and after taking a deep breath, I flung open the cubicle door.

I looked up to find Shirley standing just a meter away. She was wrapped in a bathrobe, and peeking out from underneath was the latest craze in swimwear – a bikini that left little to the imagination.

With her curves on full display, it was clear as day that she’d pulled out all the stops to seduce Hogan

Our eyes locked, and Shirley forced a smile, playing dumb, “Ms. March, it’s been half an hour already, how come you’re still in the changing room?”

Playing innocent, huh?

spoke, her gaze swept the entire changing room before landing

she was on a manhunt.

the ladies‘ changing room. Shouldn’t you be looking

I’d been left out in the cold for thirty minutes, my tone was anything but

said. “Oh, look at me, all flustered. Never mind, Ms. March, get ready and let’s head to the hot pool later.”

locking me in the changing room had never happened. That ticked me off, so I retorted coldly. “Has President Stapleton

gave me a sidelong glance, and said with a hint of annoyance. “What are

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Stapleton, if you think I’m holding you back from

my sentence, but Shirley was

she stepped

too

“Is that so?”

me.” I said with a bitter smile, “at best, I’m just a puppet Hogan uses to deal

to mess with me. Shirley got the message, chuckled, and said nonchalantly. “No worries. I’ve

blip on her radar. To her, I’m