Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 214

Nobody knows the minimalist chic vibe better than me.

If I hadn’t double–checked the apartment number before walking in, I would’ve thought ! » stepped into a time machine and ended up back in that “home” from two years ago,

The one I shared with Hogan.

Gray curtains, a beige love–seat, and the black–and–white checkered carpet–not only was the color scheme identical, but the layout was a carbon copy too.

And yet, I clearly remembered that the landlord said all our “home” stuff had been dumped at the landfill.

So is this just a freaky coincidence?

“Xaviera, why the freeze frame at the door?” Cecilia, noticing my trance, grabbed a pair of shoe covers from the hall cabinet and tossed them my way, adding, “Surprised, huh? When Hogan moved in, he got everything sorted out, from big–ticket appliances to the nitty–gritty essentials. The dude’s got an eye for detail.”

So, all of this was Hogan’s handiwork?

I awkwardly slipped on the shoe covers without picking up on Cecilia’s cue and shot back, “Where’s the grub?”

I didn’t play ball with her chitchat. Pointing towards the kitchen, she said, “All the ingredients are there. I barely touch the kitchen stuff, so, Xaviera, you do

when I caught sight of the pots

same niche brands

spitting image of the clay pot I use for

Another coincidence?

Cecilia leaned on the kitchen’s sliding door.

shook my head, and said, “Prep’s gonna take about twenty

yawning, “I’m beat. I’ll wait outside.”

me. I’m more at ease flying

I faced the familiar knives and

moment of distraction, I nicked my finger while filleting the carp.

1/2

11:16

sprang from the cut, and

“When the timer dings, the

do this: Hogan and I will treat you sometime soon,