Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Chapter 42

| took a deep breath and said with a straight face, “Madam, since everything has been cleared up, don’t you think you owe us an apology?”

The woman who was about to leave the scene spun around in shock, fixed her gaze on me. said, “Apologize for what? You just can’t let it go, huh?”

and

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| shielded Jason by my side and insisted, “You need to apologize to my uncle.”

The woman rolled up her sleeves, ready to retort, but was interrupted by a new voice.

“Mom, what's going on here?”

That voice sounded so familiar.

| followed the sound and immediately saw the Maybach parked on the side of the road.

And there were Hogan and Cecilia, standing in front of the car.

Hogan was carrying two bottles of expensive wine, looking exactly like a son-in-law visiting for the first time. Suddenly, it hit me why the location of my uncle’s workplace had seemed familiar at first glance. Cecilia lived here too.

Clearly, this middle-aged woman was Cecilia’s mom, Sibyl Irwin.

Cecilia, dressed in a light blue knit dress and black boots, walked up to me and asked in surprise. “Xaviera, what are you guys doing here?”

Upon hearing this, Sibyl gave me a wary glance, adjusted her slightly ill-fitting Chanel jacket. and said, “Cecilia, is this the Xaviera you often talk about?”

Cecilia’s expression froze for a second before returning to normal, saying, “Yes, Xaviera has always been very helpful to me at work.”

Sibyl took another look at me, her tone noticeably warmer, “Ms. March, | don’t know you are my daughter's colleague. Please don't take offense.”

With her saying that, if | kept pushing the issue, I’d just come off as someone who can’t take a step back even when I’m in the right.

Thinking about how my uncle still needed to work here, | decided to downplay the situation, “It’s all a misunderstanding; it’s good that it’s resolved.”

Sibyl visibly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly shifting her gaze to Hogan, smiling as she said. “Cecilia, is this Mr. Zade?” Chapter 42

Hogan was in a dark patterned sult that day, looking sharp, and with his striking features, it made Sibyl smile from ear to ear. No wonder, with Hogan’s assets, there weren’t many future mothers—in—law who wouldn't be pleased.

Hogan also adopted the humble demeanor of a prospective son-in-law, politely greeting her, “Hello, Mrs. Sibyl.”

As he spoke, Jason by my side stiffened visibly. | belatedly realized and grabbed his arm, saying, “We have other things to take care of, so we won't disturb you any longer.”

But Jason didn’t want to leave, glaring fiercely at Hogan.

His eyes were undisguised with loathing, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.

Hogan, keenly aware of the challenging glare, frowned slightly.

| felt a pang of anxiety, breaking out in a cold sweat, and could only plead, “Uncle, I’m hungry.”

Hearing this, Jason reacted as if struck by lightning, reluctantly looked away, and his expression softened a bit as he glanced at me with concern.

That was the first thing | said when | woke up after that incident.

Out of the blue. Cecilia offered, “Xaviera, if you don’t mind, why don’t we have lunch at my place? My dad’s cooking is really good.”

| was at a loss for words. What was she up to, inviting us like this?

After a moment, it dawned on me; she was probably just being polite, especially in front of Hogan.

But this time, Jason, with a stern face, said, “No need, | will cook for Xaviera.”

His tone was so firm it was almost rigid,

Back at the staff dormitory, Jason did as he said, using the communal kitchen to whip up two dishes and a soup for me.

The vegetables were all grown by him and my aunt back home.

Looking at the weathered middle-aged man in front of me, someone | deeply respected, my eyes welled up, and | almost cried.

“There are plenty of good men out there,” he said mechanically, serving food into my bowl, “Xaviera, y-you are outstanding; you will ffind someone better.”

| choked down a bite of food, feeling a dense throb of pain in my chest, almost suffocating.

On the way back, | immediately called Wallis.

“Reach out to Frank proactively?” Wallis was puzzled, “But would a big shot like him even care 12:20

about us?”

| was calm, “We have to give it a try.”

It was only by trying that we would know if there was another possibility.