Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 149

Shirley was basically pushing Hogan to call the shots. Logically speaking, Hogan and Cecilia were an item, so bunking together wouldn't be out of line. But would Hogan go for it?

Amoment later, | heard the guy speak up in a calm voice, “Would you mind, President Stapleton, arranging a separate suite next to mine for Cecilia?”

No sooner had he finished than a look of disappointment flickered across Cecilia’s face, but it vanished quickly, and Shirley’s expression was one of total disbelief.

Then she chimed in, “Sure thing, whatever Mr. Zade says.”

While she was speaking, Zachary was already on the move, hauling Cecilia’s luggage. The girl brought a whopping three huge suitcases.

There was a bit of a trek from the reception to the hotel, and making Zachary lug all that gear by himself was no easy feat.

“| didn’t think this through.” Shirley said, blaming herself, and then. quickly switched gears, “Maybe Ms. March could help out?” She said it with a sweet smile that didn’t seem to have a hint of

malice.

“No way.” Cecilia jumped in, waving her hands, “That would be way too much trouble for Xaviera. | should do it myself.” “Come on, you haven’t seen Mr. Zade in days.” Shirley butted in, turning to me, “Is that cool with you, Ms. March?”

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Helping with the luggage was just a fancy way of making me her errand boy. | felt a wave of discomfort in my chest; | knew Shirley was stirring up trouble for me in front of everyone.

But why? Cecilia, the official girlfriend, was here, and Hogan had come down from the mountain early in the morning just to meet his pampered princess. Shirley had to have seen that, so why target me?

| frowned slightly, about to mention my foot injury when | heard Hogan say, “It’s not that far; let’s just go with what President Stapleton suggested.”

| looked at Hogan in disbelief, only to meet his impassive gaze, cold and heartless. Yeah, Hogan was definitely giving me orders. | couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.

Of course, this guy had always thought my foot injury was a fake, so why would he care how seriously hurt | was or whether | could carry a suitcase?

All he had eyes for was his Cecilia, who had traveled miles on a bus to see him. | felt a twinge in my stomach. But then again, moving

luggage meant | wouldn’t have to deal with these people any longer, which was a silver lining. With that thought, | suppressed the discomfort in my chest, forced a smile, and said, “No problem, leave it to me.” Hearing this, Cecilia showed a guilty look, “Thank you, Xaviera.”

Fifteen minutes later, Zachary and | arrived at Cecilia’s suite with the luggage. He shot me a concerned look, “Xaviera, you okay? You

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| was fine until he mentioned it, but then | really started to feel a bit weak.

“It's nothing; | just need to rest a bit.”

After replying, | dragged the smallest suitcase inside, but lost focus for a second and bumped it against the door frame. Instantly, the suitcase flew out of my hand and the latch burst open with a crack.

Suddenly, a sexy black lingerie slipped out, along with it, a small square box. On closer inspection, it was a box of contraceptives.

My mind flashed back to the day at the mall when Sibyl had earnestly advised Cecilia to use any means to bonk Hogan, and my

heart sank.