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.”

heart into knots hearing him say it again. I curled my fingers and smiled,

haste, I completely missed the step right in

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

as I stood there, dumbfounded, I heard a click from right in front and saw a tourist

was just passing by and

two.”

politely handed over the camera, “You two must be newly in love.

a moment, and when I looked at Hogan, I saw awkwardness

voice suddenly cut through, “Hogan,

Shirley standing

it was already too late. The

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them now.

“What’s with this tourist shoot?

here.”

apologizing, “Oh, I’m so sorry, my bad.

seemed anxious to avoid any trouble.

to cry. Hogan immediately

misunderstanding. Cecilia didn’t respond but her face looked even more aggrieved than before. I couldn’t help but

Shirley chimed in again, “Well, Ms. March sure has a knack for timing her pains; knows just when to feel

Got to admit,

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. If you two