Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 218

The matter of giving Cecilia a guide to winning Hilary’s favor was a private deal between us. Surprisingly, Hogan had gotten wind of it.

Ironically, in this guide, when it came to the section about food, I had emphasized repeatedly that Hilary hated white pepper.

I figured if Hogan had even skimmed through the guide, he’d see right through some of my thoughts.

However, my act of deliberately “confessing” had backfired, and I had slapped my own face.

I felt a tightness in my chest but managed to keep my cool, sneaking a glance at the guy a couple of steps away, without jumping in with a response.

When I think about it, that mother–daughter–in–law handbook was a good five or six pages long, with

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nitty–gritty details on Hilary’s do’s and don’ts, from eating to dressing to living. As the President of Rainbow Capital, he probably didn’t have the leisure to read it from beginning to end.

Maybe I was overthinking it.

Upon sorting it out, I felt somewhat steadier and said in a calm and collected tone, “Since Director Irwin joined, she’s done a lot for the company. Helping her means relieving your worries, doesn’t it, Mr. Zade?”

my worries,” The man’s voice became inexplicably more rigid, and colder, “Why are

words, ‘playing both sides‘, I instantly got the hint–Hogan was convinced I’d done

why do you think I would do such a thing? What good does angering an

a hard stare, saying in a low voice, “Yeah, what’s in it for you, Ms. March? Don’t tell me you’re eyeing Mrs.

ridicule, Hogan’s tone was harsh, and those

my heart

really have a knack for humor,” I dodged his gaze, trying to keep my tone as natural as possible, “If Director Irwin heard that, it could stir up some trouble.”

finish, he suddenly stepped even closer. Alerted, I took two steps back, finding myself pressed against the car

right

ཻ࿄ ཝཿཆོ ༈ དྷནྡེ ༈

at me, none too pleased, “What Ms. March wants, hasn’t she always used any means necessary

me feel uncomfortable.

normal. And when I looked up at Hogan

was sticking up

you’re giving me too much credit. Someone like you is way out of

words left my mouth, his facial muscles

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his face.

misinterpreted? Hogan seemed displeased

his arm, pointing a finger near my face, “You’d