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.

was slowly coming back to consciousness, but it felt like a dream. It reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms, swinging on the swing in the yard, gazing at the stars in the

opened her eyes, and there was

long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and it was her husband, her

around Jared’s neck, and kissed him. This was the first time she had ever taken the initiative. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have dared. But with the help of alcohol, Agnes just

wasn’t used to Agnes being

flushed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was

was very attractive at

what are

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

up and said, “I’m going to take a

running water came from the 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