Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 18

Upon hearing this, Jared’s frown deepened. His voice turned icier, “What did you just call me?”

Agnes, half–asleep, turned over and mumbled something, “Elton…”

A surge of anger bubbled up in Jared. He grabbed Agnes‘ face and said coldly, “Agnes, look at me. Who am I?”

But then Jared noticed his fingertips were cold and damp. Agnes‘ eyes were closed, but tears were rolling down from the corners of them.

Agnes was crying.

Jared got up and fetched a warm towel. He sat by the bed and gently wiped away her tears.

to consciousness, but it felt like a dream. It reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms,

and

gentle, like he was taking care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and

This was the first time she had ever taken the initiative. If it had been before, she

used to Agnes being

hazy, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a faint smell of

at the moment. But in the end, he grabbed her mischievous hand. His voice was cold but

what are

of ice water. She pulled away from Jared, looking at him in disbelief. His face was filled with coldness

said, “I’m going to take a shower, you should go to

bathroom. Agnes was fully awake now. She hid under the covers, clutching a pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The disgust in Jared’s eyes had shattered