Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 185

The icy touch zapped from my wrist through my limbs, sending a tingle up my scalp. In the next second, | saw the guy's long fingers creeping towards my wristband and | thought. “Oh no.” | yanked my hand back in a panic.

But it was too late. Hogan, as if he’d read my mind, was clamping down on my wrist like he was trying to crush it. The thought of the scar hidden under the wristband sent me into a frenzy, and | pulled with all my might.

But | was no match for his strength. In a flash, | lost my balance and crashed right into Hogan’s arms; my head smacked against his chin.

A muffled groan hit my ears; | looked up, only to see Hogan's brows furrowed deep.

“Does the kid from the Temple family know where that wristband came from?” Hogan asked with an icy stare. “If he knew you cherished something given by another dude, do you think he’d still be all over you?”

It felt like my heart was being ripped apart, and as | was about to respond, a sweet voice chimed in.

“Is Mr. Zade around? He left so suddenly, | haven’t had the chance to properly treat you and Cecilia.”

It was Shirley's voice.

Wait, why the heck was Shirley popping up now?

If | wasn’t mistaken, the suite door wasn’t even closed!

And judging by her voice, Shirley seemed to be getting closer, as if she was about to walk. through the front door any second! Panic hit me like a ton of bricks. If she caught me snuggled up in Hogan’s arms, who knows what trouble it would stir.

| tried to push off with my arms to get some distance from Hogan, but suddenly the grip around my waist tighted, sending me plastering against Hogan's solid chest.

“You...” Before | could finish, | felt a whirl as Hogan had me pinned down on the couch. We swapped places.

“If you don’t want to be found out,” with his sharp tone right in my ear, Hogan shielded me with his broad shoulders and closed in, “keep your mouth shut.”

We were so close that | could breathe in his warm breath, so close that | could see the panicked 1/2

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reflection of myself in his eyes.

“Mr. Zade, maybe you should come back tomorrow.”

Shirley's voice snapped me out of it, then it abruptly stopped.

“Get out!” Hogan’s roar echoed in my ears, “Doesn't President Stapleton know how to knock before entering?” “| wasn’t thoughtful enough, Mr. Zade, please carry on!” Shirley's voice was laden with hidden bitterness as she spoke her last words.

As the sound of her high heels faded away, my tense nerves began to relax. But when | looked up, | collided with Hogan’s questioning gaze, which was full of anger.

His eyes were still fixed on the wristband on my wrist. | heard him ask, “Which is more important, the project or the wristband?”

I stared at the man in front of me, holding back the turmoil in my heart, and finally blurted out. “The wristband was sewed by my grandmother herself.”

Hogan’s expression froze, and he looked at me in surprise for a long while before he managed to say, “How is the old lady doing?” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.