Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 169

That silhouette seemed kinda familiar on second glance.

Broad shoulders, slim waist, an inverted triangle of a figure – and I could just about make out the solid muscle lines hiding under his suit.

It looked like Hogan.

But why would Hogan be here at this time? Shouldn’t he be in some fancy thatched–roof suite, sweet–talking Cecilia?

“Hogan?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I’d been too forward, and quickly corrected myself, “Mr. Zade?”

At the sound of my voice, the man slowly turned around, gave me a look, and said in a tone neither warm nor cold, “Decided to show up, did you?”

I had no idea where his “decided to” was coming from, but something told me it wasn’t meant as a compliment. All I could muster was a polite, “Did you need something from me, Mr. Zade?”

A scoff landed in my ear as Hogan glanced my way and said, “Seems like tonight’s loss hasn’t taught you anything.”

Thinking about tonight’s fiasco got my blood boiling, but considering Hogan did me a solid, I could only reply, “I’ll remember your kindness, Mr. Zade.”

to get some

me,

caught me off

if tonight’s setup had

him the water, asking,

a stone–cold face, pinched the bridge

spoke softly, a stark contrast to his earlier confrontational

the better of me, and I saw

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eyelids, our gazes collided, and he sald, “Come

a line I knew

come home worn out from meeting clients, and I’d pull

what gave him the right?

asked from the edge of the

Zade, I appreciate you stepping in for

he sneered, “What’s not right about it? Worried Timothy won’t like it? Xaviera, seems like you still don’t

disdain in Hogan’s

you grasped