Echoes of Unrequited Love (Xaviera and Hogan) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 

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Things often caught people off guard, didn’t they? 

stared at the invitation on the passenger seat and blurted out. “Are you heading to the Art Gallery?” 

Timothy did a double take, shooting me a curious glance, and asked, “You’re going too?” 

Suddenly, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot and shamelessly asked, “Mind if I tag along?” 

Timothy sighed and said. “So the important thing you mentioned is the art exhibition? Honestly, the organizer’s taste is so–so. You’ll probably be disappointed. I should just drop you off at the hospital.” 

I shook my head, and said earnestly, “This exhibition is really important to me.” 

Seeing my serious face, Timothy gave me a longer look, suspicion flickering in his pretty eyes. We barely knew each other, and here I was, asking for a favor, so of course, I couldn’t keep things under wraps. 

I came clean and said, “Since you’re going to the exhibition, did you know FreeMan is going to show up there this afternoon?” 

“Um.” Timothy immediately averted his gaze, hemming and hawing. “Are you going to the exhibition just to see him?” 

I nodded. “I mentioned it before; we’ve got this project, and I really need to get his backing. 

Timothy didn’t respond right away, probably weighing my proposal. I understood. After all, we were practically strangers. 

To help or not to help, it was his call to make. 

“If it’s not convenient.” 

“There’s a community hospital nearby.” Timothy glanced at my wrist and said. “Get it checked out first. 

Talked about stubbornness! 

“Alright. How about we go to the exhibition together after your check–up, deal?” 

That was a relief. Honestly, I felt a bit shady about the whole thing. The fender bender was an accident, and now here I was, leveraging my injury, not exactly fighting fair. 

At the community hospital, the doctor felt my wrist and said, “Take off the wristband.” 

It was the wrist with the scar that was injured. I hesitated, glancing over at Timothy and made an excuse. “Could you grab me a bottle of water?” 

Timothy didn’t refuse and promptly left the examination room. 

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Luckily, my wrist was just sprained. After the doctor gave me a spray, we were done. Back in the car, Timothy reminded me to spray it and, catching sight of my wristband, commented, “That kind of embroidered wristband is pretty rare.” 

I didn’t expect him to notice the craftsmanship and pattern, so I explained, “It’s hand–stitched.” 

“That’s some real skill there.” 

I glanced at my watch and shifted the subject, “Are we going to be late?”