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 reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms, swinging on the swing in the yard, gazing at

opened her eyes, and there was

care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and it was her husband, her family, who

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 closer

to Agnes

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

Agnes was very attractive at the moment. But in the

said, “Agnes, what are

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

going to take a shower, you should go to

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 in Jared’s eyes had