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.

it felt like a dream. It reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms, swinging on the swing

her eyes, and

very careful 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

she had ever taken the initiative. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have dared. But with

wasn’t used to Agnes being so forward.

and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was like an enchanting

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 was cold but

said, “Agnes, what

water. She pulled away from Jared, looking at him in disbelief. His face was filled with coldness and disgust she had never seen

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

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