Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 151

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Timothy, I made a quick U–turn to leave. But just a few steps in, I stumbled upon Hogan. standing under the cloister.

With a cigarette between his fingertips, the smoke swirled around to reveal those calm, untroubled eyes.

He was staring right at me. I walked by with a poker face, and as I got closer, I heard him say, “Ms. March, you sure are a busy bee, juggling work and flirting with ease, huh?”

Flirting? I slightly furrowed my brows and replied indifferently, “Takes one to know one.”

If he insisted that there was something going on between Timothy and me, arguing would be pointless. Might as well just play along with his narrative.

But no sooner had I spoken than a cloud of darkness seemed to cross his sharp features, “Xaviera, have I been spoiling you too much?”

Not this line again. I couldn’t help but let out a scoff, “Yeah, right. You go shopping with your girlfriend and still don’t forget to make me run errands. I’m really ‘lucky.”

Hogan shot me a look and sneered, “What, got a problem with that?”

Problem. As if I had any right to have a problem. I did have that much self–awareness, at least.

I

The next second heard Hese

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to.”

I curled

that, I walked away, but in my haste, I completely missed the step right in front of me.

off guard as Hogan pulled me into his embrace. It was so unexpected and took me completely by

dumbfounded, I heard a click from right in front and saw a tourist photographer

just passing by and couldn’t help but capture

two.”

newly in love. From the photo, the affection in

words, I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked at Hogan, I saw awkwardness on

bit discomforted, Cecilia’s soft voice suddenly cut through, “Hogan, Xaviera, what are you

saw Cecilia and Shirley standing just a couple of steps away.

but it was already too late. The way Hogan had held

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them now.

shoot? Can’t you

here.”

and hurriedly apologizing, “Oh, I’m so

seemed anxious

if she were about to cry. Hogan immediately went over to explain, “Ms. March just missed her

was telling the truth, his tone somewhat urgent, probably worried about a misunderstanding. Cecilia didn’t respond but her face looked even more aggrieved

Ms. March sure has a knack for timing her pains; knows just when to feel it, almost like it’s

to admit, it’s impressive.”

flattered. It was indeed a sudden incident, but thanks to your reminder, I now feel that my foot is not up for continuing the stroll. I’ll head back to the hotel.