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?”

became inexplicably more rigid, and colder, “Why are

got the hint–Hogan was convinced

a soft voice, “Mr. Zade, why do you think I

Hogan’s brows furrowed, and he took a step closer, giving me a hard stare, saying in a low voice, “Yeah, what’s

ridicule, Hogan’s tone was harsh, and those

made my heart flutter.

I dodged his gaze, trying to keep my tone as natural as possible, “If Director Irwin heard that,

I could finish, he suddenly stepped even closer. Alerted, I took two steps back, finding

Hogan was right before me.

༤ ཻ࿄ ཝཿཆོ ༈ དྷནྡེ ༈ རྗེནྣཾ ཎྜ

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

oppression made me

I adjusted my breath to normal. And when I looked up

sticking up

thought, I gave a half–smile, mockingly saying, “Mr. Zade, you’re giving me too much credit. Someone like you is way

left my mouth, his facial muscles twitched, his pupils dilated, a mix of

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his face.

misinterpreted? Hogan seemed

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