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.

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

and there was

taking care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes

sat up, wrapped her arms 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 wanted to be

He wasn’t used to Agnes being so

a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was

teasing was clumsy, but Jared was still turned on. He had to admit that Agnes was very attractive at the moment. But in the end, he grabbed her mischievous hand. His voice

“Agnes, what are

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

got up and said, “I’m going to take a shower, you

a pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The disgust in Jared’s eyes had shattered