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?”

play ball with her chitchat. Pointing towards the kitchen, she said, “All the ingredients

for the kitchen. But when I caught sight of the pots and pans on the stove,

from the same niche brands I always use.

spitting image of the clay

Another coincidence?

what’s up?” Cecilia leaned on the kitchen’s sliding door. “Something

about twenty minutes. You can

mouth, yawning, “I’m

me. I’m more at ease flying

knives and cookware, I

distraction, I nicked my finger while filleting the carp.

1/2

11:16

surge of blood sprang from the cut, and the sting jolted me back to

the carp hit the pot, I called Cecilia over and instructed, “When the timer dings, the soup’s done. It’s best served piping hot,

and I will treat you sometime soon, and you better hot bail