Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 189

As I talked, I started playing with the silverware, which drew all eyes to me. Then, with some cucumber and radish strips, I crafted the letter “L”

“Welcome, Mr. Temple,” I said with a grin, while pointing at the cake, “Check it out, a

one–of–a–kind design.”

Timothy gave me a cool glance and said with a beaming smile, “Xaviera, you’re just so creative, you know? It’s my first time ever having the honor of eating such a cake.”

His tone was crisp, and at that moment, he put on a bit of a coquettish act; he also sneaked a peek at Cecilia while doing so; his whole demeanor was childish, mischievous yet somewhat endearing.

I figured that only a family like the Temples could produce a character as wild as him.

Thankfully, his showy personality was pretty good at livening up the vibe, so the atmosphere got back to its easygoing state.

“So, how about we all dig in and try this flavor?” Wallis, ever the expert at reading the room, snatched a cake knife from a waiter and made a beeline for the cake.

The plot twist was a bit unexpected.

But since the cake was already sliced, it was time to dole it out.

the protagonist’s role, I handed the first piece

that’s not cool. You just said that Mr. Zade’s been busting his chops on this Pinecrest Hollow trip, so this piece here should go to Mr.

magnanimity and, after giving him a look of admiration,

Temple’s right, Mr.

at the slice in front of him and snorted, “Ms. March seems to forget that

was at a loss for words when Hogan declined the cake in front of

after all.

a low–sugar one, so give it

at Cecilia, and finally accepted the

scene drew to

his cake, but thank goodness Zora and the others were quite the live wires, so the

hustle and bustle lasted over

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in a couple of drinks, and before I knew it, my head was spinning. I slipped out of the main hall quietly while everyone was busy

rounded the corner; the window was left open, and the wind

had stealthily slipped into the coldest time of the

weather this bone–chilling period, and there should be a glimmer of hope on the